"Honestly," he huffed under his breath the moment Kotetsu plucked a treat from the receptionist desk. Was he really going to have to lecture an old man about taking candy from strangers? Of course, he knew he wasn't exactly one to talk, seeing how they were all basically forced to accept meals from their captors in order to maintain their strength. Still, keeping that kind of thing to a minimum seemed like the most prudent course of action.

Before either of them could get a chance to say anymore, though, some movement caught Barnaby's attention. He instantly brought his flashlight over to the source, and was surprised to find an unfamiliar, frightened woman staring back at them. Judging by her clothes, she appeared to be one of the other "patients" trapped here.

Slightly raising his arms to demonstrate that he was unarmed, Barnaby wore one of his more disarming expressions -- a well-rehearsed gaze of concern. What they needed was information, not an irrational civilian on their hands. The sooner they could calm her down, the better.

"Relax," he told her. "We're here to help." The blood didn't escape his notice. "What happened? Are you injured?"