[As usual. Espio can't quite help the weariness of his sigh. Rinoa was not an especially close friend, but a friend nonetheless, and it would have been nice to be recognised for a change... but he can't let himself dwell on it, and straightens his posture a little as he gives her a confirming nod.

Best to try and keep a straight face, no emotions allowed. He's the stranger, here, getting worked up about it would just look weird.]

The future. By about twenty years from your perspective, I think.

And to be clear, I'm not native to your world - Time Compression's the whole reason I was ever there, same as a lot of people. But I've still lived there long enough to call it home, if that means anything.