Crow did not like mirrors and tape recorders because they distorted things, ripped the picture from the frame. People kept trying to tell him that he was a photographer at one time, and even that he was one of those cheery folk that would always point out some sort of silver lining. But that just didn't click with the him that he knew. After his rebirth everything just started clicking together like never before. He could finally see past his wife's thinly veiled lies and realize that she'd a lover. That look of general disdain from his children had finally worn out his patience-- I mean honestly what do children know about real adversity?
So because Crow avoided mirrors whenever he used the bathroom he often has to solicit the services of others when he dirties his face. The reflection Crow seeks is the one he sees when he's being cleaned off: the reflection of fear. The first lesson Crow remembers is that of consequence over appearance always. And to him the resulting emotion of fear is the only image Crow needs of his appearance, anything else is a paltry distortion. It occurs to him while he is finishing off his duties in the bathroom, that the gentle flow of this logic is what allowed him peace of mind these past few years.
After exiting the bathroom he wanted to play chess with Ted in the commons area but he spotted a new girl. He saw her confrontation with the infamous man-who-could-not, the could not referring to his inability to keep it in his pants. Most people realize soon enough however, that that his wife work the reception desk downstairs, and that she's one of the friendlies. With the advantage of this information Crow decided to help bring the newcomer into the fold.
" Hey, Sky. My name is Crow. You know, that crazy vindictive bird. I may not be that nice, but if someone needs a stabbing, I'm your man." Crow didn't smile while saying this, because he need to, Crow never bluffed.