Under the right circumstances, that all sounded very useful - particularly since Skulduggery had been told before that there were guns in the sheriff's office. Unfortunately, he didn't think anything beyond souvenirs and knick-knacks would be available for under twenty-five dollars, nor would the nurses allow purchase of anything more than that. He could argue, of course, or steal and smuggle, but that would likely only draw dangerous attention. What Skulduggery needed was a good, long, uninterrupted search, even if it was at night. Especially if it was at night.

For now, he nodded slowly. "Nothing noteworthy during the day, then. What about at night? Has anyone managed to make it there after dark? I heard some sort of attack took place last time."

Which only made the absence of a weapon, or any of his magic, feel all the more constricting. And if they were caught outside the Institute when night fell, he wouldn't even have his well-tailored suit. Skulduggery would be reduced to fighting in jeans and a t-shirt with a skull on it. Now, his sense of humour was as boundless as the next dry and sarcastic man's, but that was pushing it.