The suggestion that evening might be the wrong selection of greetings earns a vague shrug. Evening seems fair enough, but on the same page as to whether time really matters. All he cares about in particular right this moment is the fact that he’s not exploring by himself. Dorian, in past conversations, has seemed sharp enough. While it might not be of use, it’s a better chance than braving it alone.

“Likely means we’re not dead, at least.” He keeps his tone carefully irreverent to offset the outrageousness of his statement. “Usually a good sign, but we’ll see as we carry on.”