Methos barely choked back a laugh, instead coughing into the crook of his elbow. Which hurt, goddammit. "I'll give it a look over. I doubt there's much that's truly harmful, but it's worth checking." Eyes still glinting with a little more mirth than the question warranted, he offered a second kit over. "Yeah, a few. Must be stock for the offices, for treating minor wounds."

He gave Jones a curious glance, eyebrows slanting upward. For once, he continued to bite his tongue. Instead of a question or sarcastic remark, he offered a quiet suggestion, "Start with your neck, your wrists, anywhere the blood vessels run near the surface. If they're carrying anything, that might slow it getting into your bloodstream."