He can see her discomfort. He slowly walks over till he's just outside her personal space and holds out his hand.<strong>"Andreas Whitefire, but apparently here I go by the callsign of Savior. And you are?" </strong>He asks smiling slightly. His voice is still soft but he's always been a likeable guy off the field of battle and a great commander on it. People followed him. Many had laid down their lives at his side becuse of the unatural aura of charisma that flowed off him even now.