Stutely accepted the brush-off with a wry tilt of the head. Fair enough, really. Between Tuck dying and the Sheriff still circling, the entire crew was on edge; they were all just trying to push through as best they could.
"Gettin' there. Be another month at least before I can do shit with this, though," he lifted his wounded hand with a faint, irritated grimace. "Suppose it's time I brushed up on the left-handed swordplay."