Of all the people he knew it had to be the supposed scion of legend that he crossed paths with first. Make no mistake seeing a familiar face granted some relief, yet he finds it difficult to be glad that a friend was also trapped in this other worldly city. Despite that friend being rather...loud to put it lightly and oft left Gerome more confused than anything after they spoke, of which wasn't too regularly. Still, he'd have preferred a comrade who could be more to the point and Owain was anything but. They meet by mere chance under the dark plumes that overshadowed this sector. It partially reminded him of their blighted future, the sky was blackened back then and years passed before he recalled seeing stars. As he doubts the other will be straightforward he takes the initiative to engage first.
"Before you start spouting about how we were fated to cross paths once more or how even the span of other dimensions cannot truly separate comrades in arms I'd have you speak plainly," his words channeling what he believed Owain might attempt to say. Honest to gods he doesn't understand how someone can speak that way consistently, so there is some credit due. "...You are well I presume?" Despite his surly nature he held concern for his comrades, more so than he liked to admit. "The gods do watch over the drunk and the foolish after all," that was his attempt at lighted hearted conversation, Owain seemed foolish half the time but there was always more than meets the eye.