( Bones spares a glance over his shoulder. They're alone, at least; the First Mate has the keys, he's pretty sure, and none of the crew would care to hang around here for any longer than necessary, he'd bet his career on that.

Still, he lowers his voice anyway, as he tucks the orange peel into the canvas bag at his side, to save for later, and passes her the fruit. )

Opioid of some kind. Laudanum, if I had to take a guess, or something like it. I don't think they're all taking it recreationally, either.