[ Nathan takes the bottle without hesitation, doesn't even make an attempt to read the label before popping the lid and pouring a few into his hand. Probably one or two more than a couple, but who's counting, and he tosses them into his mouth and swallows a second later.

Then the bottle's dropped unceremoniously back into the open bag as he makes a slight face, considering Merlin's comment on the paintings. ]

Well, I suppose that's a relief. I thought I was imagining the creepy bastards - but I haven't a clue how it's possible. I mean, we're in space, aren't we? I don't think I'm wrong in saying all bets are off.

[ There's another pause to glance down the hallway, and the frustration fades to something more like exhaustion. ]

How long's it been since you got lost?