While Gladio didn't hold the aptly dubbed murder house in any fond regard, he had met some interesting people while in its clutches. Diana included. And while it wasn't the home she'd left behind it was at least somewhat better than where they'd been before.
He gave Diana a warm smile as he sat down at the table she'd snagged. "Hey," he greeted but didn't have much of a chance to do more than that before the waiter pounced on him for a drink order.
A beer - whatever they had on tap - ordered and he settled back into the booth. "Sorry you're stuck somewhere else that's not home again, but it is nice to see you," he said.