Methos gaze was on her. He'd known her for a very long time, so those emotions were visible, but he'd really no idea what they might mean. The refusal of the beer also seemed to have some meaning, perhaps. Or maybe Methos was simply being paranoid, reading signs that weren't there. Although his high levels of paranoia had served him well.

"I'll be right back, then." he put in the call in the other room and then came back with a beer for himself in his hand as he moved to sit beside her. Methos took a sip and set the bottle aside. Well, he might as well just be blunt. "I could just sit here and ponder all the possibilities as to why you're here and what's wrong. And I am. And my imagination is running away with me and I'm fearing the worst. Perhaps you could just... tell me?"