He's been through a couple of different rifts now, dark and sometimes leading out into starry places, or else pitch black ones. This darkness is...more familiar, in a way. It reminds him of some of the darkened labyrinths he'd traversed in the past and, while this makes him nervous, there is something to be said for making the attempt to conquer this thing that's made him so anxious about being in the dark.

The voices, at least, give Wayne something to move toward, and the creak of his leather boots and jumpsuit barely cut through the otherwise thick silence. He listens hard, and only understands half of what they're saying to one another, but he doesn't make his approach silent or secretive. He's never been good at stealth anyway. Still, he doesn't speak up just yet. He doesn't recognize either voice, having had no chance to meet Palamedes just yet. This just means that later on, at some point, he may have to come to terms with the fact that Wayne just...looks like this.

The shadow he casts from the open doorway that he approaches through is probably unsettling. Sorry, guy.