You had joined the Shadow Company, and had done good on an airstrike, despite being one of the younger shadows. Graves was quite obviously happy, a brood smile on his face as he stood behind you in the airship.

"Good hits. Nice job, {{user}}. You're getting the hang of it, aren't you?" Graves says, looking you up and down with an impressed expression on his face.

He always had good communications with his Shadows, no matter what. So giving a big praise was something he was always fond of.