William closed his eyes briefly. "I haven't either," he said. "I don't know that anyone has."
He couldn't dwell on that, though, with what they had to do here. "Do you want to hit the potions closet?" he asked Jon, gesturing to the closed door guarding the cupboard. "I'll go through the rest of the room? We should take anything edible, and anything that can be used for healing."
He started rifling through drawers, hoping that he'd find something useful, and hoping even more that Gabe labeled his potions in a more helpful way than he had during the war. Trying to determine the strength and specific identity of a stimulant based on a note that said 'won't kill you, but you'll feel like it did' wasn't his first choice.
"How bad is it, out where you've been?" he asked Jon, checking bottles and discarding them one by one. "Trav..." He stopped and swallowed. "Travis told me they found the nurse. She must have...she didn't make it."