It was weird, seeing him older and alive, but it wasn't weird that he'd been held up at work. All of them were kind of that way, all kind of overly-dedicated to their jobs on Atlantis. He even got that way sometimes. Of course, they weren't on Atlantis anymore, but that didn't really matter, did it?
"You look old," he said, bluntly. He was Ronon, after all. "But you also look alive. And good." And not some weird Replicator clone, either. "How long after me are you from? Am I still alive?"