Eren's walking around with a chip on his shoulder the size of a wrecked city. He's young, he's idealistic, he's really pretty short on temper—but it turns out he's not actually big on petty grudges. They're all here to stop the kaiju, aren't they? He tips his head away from the aisle of the bus to study the guy next to him for a while, then exhales in a huff.

"Yeah, sure," he says, extending a hand for Mike to shake. Truce. "Eren Jaeger."