Rowan wasn't entirely sure why Angelo kept referring to him as a 'junker', but he was sure it wasn't a compliment of any kind. Of course, scorn dripped off of the haughty man's every remark. His assumptions about the Zeta Plus were interesting as well. Rowan was somewhat worried - after all, if mobile suits and pilots from many different universes had ended up here, then there was every chance his machine [i]would[/i] be outclassed, but - to quote the dandy man - 'even' his Zeta should be able to match some of them. After all, it was no slouch in speed or in firepower, and it's transformation abilities gave it a lot of versatility. 
Either way, right now he was less concerned with fighting and winning, or with his suits' performance, than he was with making a break for it and getting out of here. 
Angelo dismissed him after a few more words, and Rowan took the opportunity - gladly - to leave, silently slipping out and following Stella. 
The young woman had remained silent and mostly expressionless during the meeting, and that had thrown some doubt as to his theory about relying on her or her motivations and loyalties being in alignment with his own. 
All the same, he wouldn't know until he tried to ask, and given he'd exchanged less than two words with her so far, he had to try and find out. If she did tell anyone then well, he was due to launch on patrol, so there wouldn't be much of a chance for the word to get out.

Resigning himself to the idea, he followed her in the direction of the medical bay, catching up with her a short way down the corridor.
"Excuse me, Stella," he said quietly and with a slight smile. "I was wondering if you had a moment - I need to discuss something with you. About these people, and this ship.."