The back door opens, and out steps a man - could be any Caucasian fella, reasonably tall and broad shouldered but not buff in any sense of the word; stocky is more accurate a term. All things considered, from the dark brown hair to the equally dark eyes, it really could be anyone. But the bright grin on his face, and the way it just fits the rest of his features is one hundred percent Lorne.

So is the voice. "Baby girl!" Arms open wide, he's so going for a hug. Hugs before luggage. 'Nuff said.