"Other than a unicorn's eye," Dick said, clearly not one to let go of humor in a crisis. He was pretty cheerful for a guy on crutches stuck in an interminable scavenger hunt with a bunch of... er... abnormal people.
Dick was a potential bull in this china shop, so he kept his crutches to himself and moved around in little hops, looking around on the shelves as Jennifer did. He hobbled to look after Buffy in the back room with obvious curiosity, almost choking with amusement and surprise at her complaint about throwing knives. He watched the basement door slam against the wall and rebound, shuddering. Gee, Dick, you really know how to pick 'em, he told himself, trying to hide a grin in case she came back up.
For his part, Logan didn't have a clue what unicorn eyelashes looked or smelled like, so after inspecting a few shelves he went behind the counter and started going through cupboards.