Oliver had the decency to look away when Sherry emerged from the bathroom in only her towel, keeping his eyes averted until she had disappeared again into her bedroom. Sighing, he waited for several moments before moving to join the women. "Yes. Sitting down is best right now," he said after he joined them, his bag in hand. He glanced over the two women who had been injured, his jaw tensing slightly that they had been attacked, but he said nothing in regards to that as he moved to sit beside Sherri on the futon.
He said little, not knowing the women either well or at all in some cases, instead preferring to simply treat their injuries. Though he was a little awkward with his movement, his left hand clearly disabled, he did his best to be gentle yet thorough.