All things considered Raven definitely noticed the blatant once-over Guns had given Rave, and while he felt as though it was a show of disrespect he didn't say anything about it. He knew that the entire point of the evening was incredibly out of line, but he had come simply in an effort to support his friends and to show Guns that what had happened in the past should not shape the future.
Admittedly, there were many Native American's dead due to Gun's handiwork, but need anyone forget how vicious and effective the Comanche horsemen were once they got their hands on that modern weaponry. Considered some of the finest mounted rifleman in the world, they were quite good at turning the European's tactics against them and ended up doing incredibly well regardless of their lack of firearms training.
Grinning affably at Gun's, Raven snaked his arm around Rave's waist as the small bird on his shoulder noticed a red condiment bottle and started excitedly repeating the word 'ketchup'. Leaving the beer on a table, he guided Rave over to where Onatah and Lela were hanging out intending to introduce her. He had just managed to get the formalities out of the way when Gun's came back and picked up the paint.
Glancing at his girlfriend Raven shrugged before approaching the paints. "I'm game for some face-painting, but I can't do red. It's a warrior color, I need yellow and blue if you have it. None for my mini-me though, the paint might not be safe for him."