Miguel and Rachel
"Mexico was great. Different than I'm used to, but then, it was 150 years earlier than I'm from so it was bound to be," he said, glancing round towards where he knew Sarah was sitting. He grinned back when he saw her looking over, and sketched a little wave at her since his glasses meant nobody could really tell if he was looking at them if he didn't give an indication of it.
When he looked back round at Rachel, he frowned suddenly. "I'm not a fan of the old twencen planes, though. Awful things."