Stefan shook Sam's hand as heartily as he'd shaken Mary's. His smile, which had vanished as he went to help the man, returned when he confirmed that he was indeed alright despite the fall. He was still oddly wispy, true, but he figured it had something to do with the Phantom Skull moniker and it wasn't like Stefan wasn't just as strange, he could just hide it if he wanted to. Now the question was, should he refer to the man as Sam or Phantom Skull? He was pretty sure no parent would name their kids that, but he did feel as though at least part of him was truly Helion Strahl, beyond just being a cool name for a superhero alter ego, so he could sort of understand where the whole "real name" thing was coming from. Better to just ask, right? "I'm Stefan, Stefan Stein, but I'm also Helion Strahl. I'm fine with both, so what should I call you?"

Before their conversation could go on any longer they were rather rudely interrupted by who he assumed was one of the drill instructors on the island, potentially their very own Gunnery Sergeant Hartman. Funny, he was pretty sure the U.S. Military had instituted laws and regulations against that kind of behavior. A reject from those parts, perhaps, come to a private organization where he could engage in that kind of demeanor unobstructed? This Puriel group certainly had the pull and the place, but he expected something...nicer? More open? He couldn't quite put a word on it yet, but he expected different from a superhero association. The man's rambling was basically meaningless to Stefan beyond telling him he was supposed to head to the Canada (?) Barracks along with Sam. Phantom. Whatever, he had no idea where that was supposed to be.

Ignoring the heavy sleeper who'd just gotten out of the plane, strolling down the stairs and walking right past them shouting about not being woken up, he gave Sam/Phantom a thumbs up "Guess we're room-mates now. You wouldn't happen to know where the uuuh...Montreal barracks are at, would you? Because I don't have a clue".