Raven + Eric
The way she carried herself was certainly impressive yet in truth there wasn't a super in the base whose file Eric hadn't memorized. He knew her age, abilities and practically everything else that had been documented, but when it came to being reported for underage drinking...well the man just didn't care. As far as he was concerned if Raven was old enough to serve, to fight, and to potentially die in the service of the Regiment, then she was fine enjoying a bit of celebratory champagne. Honestly no one in the base, agent or handler alike, really knew anything real about Hawthorne...with the exception of a single annoying super called Void.
Oh Eric was polite, charming, and seemingly carefree. He tended to side with the agents, and went out of his way to try and make life a bit easier for them all. Yet beyond that no one really got past the smiling facade that he wore with such ease.
Even when he spotted that sly little grin of hers the handler merely chuckled softly, before nodding his head. "Well I am thrilled to hear that. I work so hard to ensure that all are enjoying themselves, and it would have been quite disappointing to think that I had somehow failed in my duties as a proper host."
After taking a seat Eric finally relaxed for a moment; slowly sipping from his own champagne flute, those piercing blue eyes of his taking in the rest of the room. The stark contrast between the cold grey cement walls and the colorful lights setup for the party weren't lost on him at all. Limbo was a base to be sure; a place used to train, house, and mobilize people to be used for combat. People who were there only because they were born different. That fact was never forgotten at all, nor did Hawthorne ever try to fool himself into thinking it was something else.
Yet now as the music played while the folks danced, and smiled, and had real fun...he took a bit of pride in it all. When he came here his goal had been so simple; spy and uncover just what was being done to the supers. Be the eyes and ears of his father, and take note of what was going on. However over the last few years Eric found himself discontent to simply remain passive, and so inch by inch he slowly started to try and reshape things a little. Tried to soften the place that could be so cruel to those locked away within its walls. Honestly the temptation to just set them all free was always present; yet even with his powers...there was no way to pull it off.
So for the present he waited, watched, and played the part of the spoiled rich boy...using his father's influence, his own brand of charm, and his wealth at least attempt to offer some measure of reprieve for those caught in the web of the Wraiths. "Oh I've been meaning to have those brochures updated, but sadly I doubt the US government would be thrilled to advertise foam parties as a selling point to the program." With another wink he raised his glass to Raven in a little salute, sipping it once more for a moment before speaking up again. "You jest, but I've already got a few ideas in mind for Saint Patrick's Day. However sharing them now would only ruin the surprise, so perhaps it's best if I keep those cards close to my chest for the moment."