"Doesn't look fine." She commented, peering at it with narrowed eyes. "C'mon." She ushered him to follow her back toward the bar, feeling a bit irritable herself after the crap outside, but more than a little willing to brush it off. She was exhausted (more so than she should be), and bruised (which she shouldn't be).
But Remus had sill been hurt thanks to Quill. Asshoe.
As soon as she was in Pancho's, Caro grabbed a rag from the bar and approached John, carefully applying it to his nose then letting him do the rest. "So if you weren't hit, what's with the bloody nose? I can't remember seeing you bleed all over yourself before."