He let Watson poke and prod him, to a point. But when the man started trying to assess the damage to his lower stomach, he finally swatted the doctor away. "Damnit, man, not here. There must be somewhere we can go with a bit less... filth around," And he wasn't talking about the air of the club; many of the men were staring at him as though he were some... well. He didn't want to think of it.