The address cuts Owen's eyes to the side, finding the source. That's his father's name, and not one he tended to give out--but he knows it was written in full on the chalkboard, that day, and it likely shows in full on the watches they've been given to communicate with. Still, it's the first thing he addresses, everything else an odd secondary--why the smile, why the thanks--

"Just Owen's fine," he asserts, rolling himself off the wall with both shoulders. With the focus on names, he eventually places the man--one of the sick.

Thanking Owen for making a journey he had little choice in. "It benefits all of us to have supplies on hand," he says. "Nothing to do with thanks, but I suppose you're welcome."