The light tone to her voice irritated him, in a way that he could not explain. Perhaps it was because of how he felt, the melancholy he was going through at the loss of Merope and this person seemed not even a little bit bothered by what was going on the village. That following remark about knowing people who had lost loved ones caused a frown to settle between his brows, feeling decidedly uncaring about who those people had lost. All of them had families, friends to console them in these types of situations and Gellert....had no one. Not that he was disagreeing of that, because he liked his solidarity, but he had not expected someone such as Merope to be torn from this place. Not her, who had loved this place so much and who had been given the chance at a second life.
The woman offered her name, and Gellert did not even glance at her face when she said it. He slouched less though, as if being in the company of someone meant that he could not relax, and he took a sip from the bottle. "A pleasure, Rose," he answered, his home Romanian accent wrapping thick around his words, an unfortunate side effect from how turbulent his emotions felt at that moment. "I am Gellert Grindelwald." His fingers curled around the coin that she had placed on his leg earlier. "You are the Rose that arrived recently." It was a statement, not even a hint of inquisitiveness in his voice. There had been very few arrivals to the village of late, so all of them stood out.