For a moment, Blake searched Martha's eyes, taking in what he thought he saw there. She was tenacious like he was, and there was a strong curiosity, he could tell. Jones was not the type of person to misunderstand meanings, so when he'd put the question to her, he saw the recognition on her face.

"There's a powder," he began, "made from the root of a specific plant. It's... something of a sedative, and it opens the mind. Entirely natural, mind you — comes from the mountains of Tibet — but it's a direct path. Just takes bein' brewed into tea."

It was something of an offer without actually being an offer. Blake didn't want Martha to think he was some kind of pusher, and he knew she was a medical doctor, but some things weren't accounted for in Western medicine. A lot of things, actually, which he'd learned very quickly when he began his travels throughout the world.

"That somethin' you might try. Think it could help open a lotta doors for you."