"Oh!" he looked genuinely surprised, "We weren't aware Mr.-that is, 'Dr.' Jackson had any guests. I'm sorry to hear he isn't feeling well, the Hotel would of course be happy to accommodate him, should he need anything."

Methos was assessing the man as he spoke. The man was armed, pistol shoved in the back of his pants. Military. A capable fighter.

"Were you leaving now? I could suggest a number of pharmacies nearby, if you required it?" he smiled, in typical suck-up hotel staff fashion.