"They could likely seal the room off if there was risk of active contamination," Methos replied. It seemed almost futile otherwise, unless all they had to deal with was the sort of caustic spill that might damage only those who came in direct contact with it.

Jones' abrupt trailing off alerted him to the sounds coming from the next room. Methos stilled, straining to hear more clearly. Another quick sweep of the room picked up a splash of blood across the walls. He grimaced. "That's not a good sign."