Owen was content with letting Cecilia take the lead. He sat beside her, watching her speak, and then spent the next few months glancing around the table. The man at the other end of the table had voiced Owen's own thoughts, finding volunteers in each floor, willing to rotate welcoming new people. It meant people would have to know who was on their floor. It also meant Owen wouldn't have to join the welcome crew because he and Cecilia were the only ones on the first floor. For some reason it didn't occur to him that Cecilia could disappear.
He took a drink of his beer and let the others have their say, because he wanted a solution to the problem. It shouldn't have landed on Cecilia's shoulders in the first place. But Owen was more than happy to listen and speak only if necessary.