Nero stopped his pacing, looking up at the new pair. "Hm? Oh, I'm alright. Just... restless. Back home a storm like this meant more work. We would be out in the storm, if not actively helping pokemon and people at least making sure we were ready." He looks out again toward the wilderness, "Not to mention it just feels... odd... like when a styler is powered up by an electric move, and it makes the hair across you body stand on end when you use it." He shrugs, looking back at the pair and finally recognizing Farren, "Oh, right, you mentioned the boat! You were on with me, I didn't think you were staying, I assumed you were crew. I figured you all see so many faces it wouldn't make a difference with one more." He extends a hand to Farren, "Nero Hohenheim, Ranger of Almia."
After Farren either accepts or declines the handshake Nero would nod to the unfamiliar person behind him. "Not really interrupting I think. We were just saying hello. Quite the night for some last minute shopping, and if not for the barrier I might even call it reckless. What's your name? And what do the two of you make of this storm?" He turns back to look up at the clouds. "I wonder... could a pokemon be causing this? Maybe a few? I've seen some of my counterparts back home use a mass rain dance from multiple pokemon to help douse a large forest fire, but that didn't bring lightning and such with it typically." He's practically rambling at this point, obviously eager to have some semblance of work now and has taken that out on attempting to dissect this storm.