At his left, Cameron sits tucked right up against the wall of one of the alcoves lining the span of the lobby, perched on the back of an overstuffed leather sofa, combat boots unabashedly planted on the seat cushions. Hunched over her new cellular phone, she glances up, the cool glow of the screen lighting pale green eyes half-hidden behind her platinum fringe.

This guy, he looks more at home with the paneled walls and antiques than anyone she's seen yet, but he's got such an expression of wonder on his face that he can't have been here before. It's probably the only thing they two have in common, that look of shock and awe. She'd been wearing it three days ago, the first time she'd found herself here.

"Hey," she calls with a jerk of her chin his way. "What year are you from?"