Stutely answered Scarlet's silent question with a faint grimace. Realistically, he knew things could have ended up far worse. The nose was bad, but the injuries were more painful than debilitating. They couldn't know for sure, but it seemed doubtful the Sheriff had found anything on the laptop. But Tuck was hurt, again, and it had happened under their noses and despite all of their precautions. He'd been here while it happened, right in the next building; he should have been more on the ball.
And fuck, but it bothered him that they didn't know. The Sheriff could be unpredictable in his methods, but his MO was generally pretty consistent: he was the law and he was going to see them punished. This didn't fit with that. This was... weirdly personal, and Stutely couldn't begin to guess what it was about.
He knew it was going to keep gnawing at him. But Tuck took priority now; he could lose sleep over the Sheriff later. "I'll get some more water. And some towels." There was a lot of blood to mop up.