Well she wasn't a doctor, so chances were high that Clarice was some kind of policewoman - though she sounded too intelligent for a normal bobby. Still, Methos shrugged, it wasn't any of his business to pry.. tempted as he was. For one thing there were several more hours left to the flight and being glared at was not as much fun as chatting, and secondly he didn't want to have to change his Pierson identity because he pissed off some high-level FBI or CIA agent. Having the Watchers on his back was bad enough already.

"If it helps, I don't think the law would ever be able to legislate on this issue comprehensively enough to make a difference," he said while shifting in his seat, trying to angle his long legs into a more comfortable position. Eventually he groaned melodramatically and gave up. "Every case would have its pros and cons, not least with regard to the patient's wishes - or victim or suicide, whatever is the case. I can't see that any flow chart would be able to calculate the best course of action in a split second, or even over a longer period. On the other hand, that does leave us in limbo."