Methos had gotten himself pleasantly lost for a while after running into the Master again, enjoying the expanded environment of the nexus. He wasn't exactly looking for familiar company, but he wouldn't pass up the opportunity when he saw it. Like now, as he was strolling along the river.
"I see you haven't gotten any better about keeping on your feet, Hart," he drawled, stopping to watch John watching... well, he couldn't quite tell what from here.