Paul slumped down in his seat, returning the greeting nod. "Samuel, glad you could make it," he said, speaking plainly - as if everything was totally fine and Vince hadn't been going off on a Zeus diatribe. Paul was still trying to digest everything. Acceptance may have been there, but he wasn't going to proclaim his identity as Poseidon just yet. Or ever. At least not to complete strangers, and he certainly wasn't going to wear a nametag that said 'Paul/Poseidon.' Mostly because he just didn't understand what all of this meant. They were Gods, and so were they going to go back in time and return to Greece? He wanted answers, damnit, not just a reflection in a mirror.
"There was an earthquake," he said, trying to sound professional. "But it's...it's alright now." He probably sounded a bit in a daze, however. Glancing over at Lia, he smiled warmly at her. She was always a welcome presence. But that just begged the question: Who was she? Who was Samuel? Who the fuck were they all?
He hadn't met Brighid in person yet, so he focused on her as he put his brain back together. "Hi, I'm Paul in 1005. I think we spoke once or twice on the forums."