In person: Erik/Charles
[Erik knew the mansion exceptionally well. In his short time there, he would walk the property and memorize as many details as possible, in case they needed a quick escape or to see where the best defenses were. That's how his mind worked. It changed, either from his long time locked away, or due to this world, so when he first arrived he flew around to mark the differences. That was the wind whipping, as he flew, but he landed on the west end in the clearing right where the woods began.
He was still in his suit that the hotel bestowed upon him. It wasn't that much of an upgrade from his usual wardrobe, so it worked for him, and he'd smoothed everything over well. The helmet was picked off his head after Charles agreed to meet him and set down on the ground. He never went anywhere without it, but he knew his friend hated it, and this was a mission of peace. The hotel was kind enough to return him with cigarettes and lighter in pocket, so he said why the hell not and lit one. It wasn't like he got to indulge much over the years.
He was more anxious than he expected to see his friend. The last time was not a positive experience, but he had to see the legs for himself.]