Guinan stops before the two roughnecks, smile serene. There's something else to it, too — fondness. It's been some time since she last saw 19th century Earth.

Her vestments are teal, loose and flowing, and she's wearing a headpiece to match. Dark braids rest over her shoulders as she folds her hands on the bar.

"How can I help you?" she asks, eyes darting between them.