Hearing the crash put Methos right out of his chair with the sword drawn. One thing that he would never lose no matter how long he lived...actually it got worse the older he got...was being a nervous sleeper.
Of course when he got out of the chair and whirled to see the source of the crash and the muttering he found himself looking at someone who was obviously way too tall laying on the floor with a skull and a staff laying next to them.
It struck Methos as a little bizarre but he still kept the sword up and at the ready just in case it wasn't as clumsy of a move on the other man's part as it looked.
"Who are you and where are we?" The British accent was strained a little right now letting something different show through.