[Now that's better. Beckett nods slightly in acknowledgement at Josh's pulling himself together, and passes the other man the only-somewhat-rusted bonesaw. He's not terribly thrilled himself at having a roommate for the night - he already has a hard enough time getting to sleep in these hours without someone else puttering around him, someone he doesn't trust on first sight anymore than he does, well, anyone. But there have been infinitely worse situations, and anyway, why complain when you can spend your time productively sniffing around?

He picks a couple of small scalpels for himself, the closest thing in the drawer of surgical tools to the daggers he favours when forced to resort to melee weapons. They go up his sleeves, and he glances back to see how Josh is holding the bonesaw, namely, whether he has any idea how to hold it to turn the tool into a weapon.]

You'll have to explain that one, I'm afraid. I do hope it isn't some horror film reference; that would be embarrassing. [Should he let Josh know that he is, in fact, stuck overnight in an abandoned hospital with an old vampire who hasn't fed in days? Probably not.]

[He gestures at the operating theatre's beds instead.] We could move these to block the door, but I would prefer to have an exit open. And a bed is a terrible thing to waste in these circumstances.