Heh heh, well... I have regrets that go on a whole lot longer than two years, so I shouldn't be sayin' a thing. I'll take your word for it.

[Raven's had a brief look through his own inventory, but he's going to figure out the very basics of using his pistol before he looks at the other stuff dumped in his inventory. (Grenades? What the heck are those?) He looks ahead at their surroundings, then back at Jack.]

All right, ready ta go, uh... What should I call ya?

[It's an invitation to say if he has a preference for his real name or a fake one, now that he's apparently free of his boss around here.]