"Marseilles." Methos dropped into one of the nearby chairs, sprawling comfortably. "Earth. In a universe where you exist primarily as a figment of the collective imagination."
Methos shrugged, watching Romana with a neutral expression on his face, considering and discarding more than one introduction. Finally settling on a relatively new alias, that had been unfortunately short-lived. "Peter Lyman. I don't recall seeing you around when I was here before."