Methos suppressed a sigh. Invaded by overly-energetic children, and they didn't even have anything terribly helpful to contribute. Grand. He raked a hand through his hair once more, magnifying the porcupine effect. "Don't they attempt to recover the missing material?" he asked. That was curious, if not. Some half-hearted attempt to make it appear there was a chance of an even playing field in this madhouse? He doubted it.

He returned to his own search. Medical supplies, medical supplies, catheter bags; in short, a great deal of nothing that would be immediately useful.