The look on Joe's face when he saw just who the 'new friend' was, was something that Methos would treasure for all of eternity. His eyes wide, jaw starting to drop, before he caught himself, and stood as straight as he could to return the salute.

"Believe me, Captain Rogers - Steve - the pleasure's all mine. Joe Dawson," he continued, stepping forward, and extending his free hand. "Come on in, have a drink, on the house. Not you, Adam," he added sternly, when Methos started to perk up.