[ The explanation gets Scott's jaw to clench, but he keeps tight reins on his emotions despite the irritation that wells in him. It's getting harder and harder nowadays, but nothing helps him keep focused like work. He can't tend to the girl if he has claws for hands.

Even as he lets her, grabbing one of the trays lining one of the counters. They've got kits ready to treat the burns from the rain at this point. ]

Doubt he held her there for that long. Enforcers don't have that kind of attention span. [ He mutters, lifting the girl's hand to douse her wounds with water and wash out any remaining rainwater, cotton pads stroking over her skin to catch anything that dribbles down her skin.

He also doesn't think it could've been that long from looking at her injuries: they're widespread, but not deep. ]

And then? How'd you get her away? [ He asks, his gaze not moving from the girl's arm. ] Do you need to be patched up too?