Owen Grady and Qrow
"Haven't made it there yet," Owen said. He looked the guy over. He'd live and die by his military training which insisted he size someone up upon first meeting. He didn't anticipate any sort of problem, but just in case he needed to assess what he was up against.
He decided the guy wasn't an immediate threat, and jutted out his hand. "Owen Grady." Because why not? He was here to socialise, and offering his name and a handshake seemed the best place to start.