Rowan had found the last few days to be a whirlwind of strange events and confusing revelations. 
The last thing he'd remembered, he'd been in the cockpit of his Zeta Plus C1, ascending from the lunar surface to the waiting Taskforce fleet - and the next thing he knew he was passing rapidly into unconciousness, before waking up... wherever he was now. 
After that, he'd found himself surrounded and escorted by what looked like a menagerie of Zeon-derived mobile suits, and other he'd never seen. 
After being bombarded with questions, threats and demands; his new 'friends' had maneuvered him into helping them, and - reluctantly, and with nowhere else to go - he'd decided to go along with them. 

They'd shown surprised that his Zeta Plus was so 'old', and that he hadn't know who they were - and he hadn't believed them at all to begin with when they'd stated they werre from eight years into his own future. At that point he'd wondered if he'd somehow fallen into a coma and lost eight years - and then the other, stranger, revelations had come, about people who were from other times and places altogether. 
At that point, he'd decided to just stick it out until things started making sense, or someone he could sympathise with and join forces with came along. 

As such, when the silver-haired pompous and arrogant young man who seemed to be leading this group began his chest-thumping and flowery address about the upcoming mission, Rowan, who'd taken a position out of the line of sight, and near the other newcomers - and especially the dejected-seeming pretty young woman who'd seemed very reluctant indeed to be here - started paying attention.
[I]More Gundams?[/i] He thought with a flash of interest and hope. [i]They could be from the Federation, or one of the other groups opposing these people![/i] He tried not to get his hopes up too high - after all, Gundams had been used by hostiles in the past. The Titans and New Desides had proved that among others. But it was still something. 
His attention came back with an alarming jolt as he heard his own name mentioned by another of the commanding officers in the room.
[QUOTE], "We will start with Stella and Rowen leading the charge with enemy forces engaging them we will surround them led by me and Angelo. With that done we will..."[/QUOTE]
He tried to cover his alarm with a nervous smile and a nod, searching the room and meeting eyes with Stellar. 
Did she want to get out of this too? Was she stuck here like him? He searched the young woman's face and body language for clues. She seemed to constantly be escorted, almost like she was a prisoner. Maybe if they were going out in front, there was a chance to get away... he needed a chance to discuss things with her.
"I'll be glad to be out front," he said, nodding with more confidence than he felt, as he began to form a plan. "We'll lead the charge against the enemy. We'll come up with a sound strategy to leave them open for you and Angelo, of course". 
Hesitantly, he flashed a smile, hoping his bluff was adequate to draw them in, and that he wasn't misjudging the girl and her intentions. Either way, he hoped the old saying was true - the enemy of my enemy is my friend.