Anthony didn't care. That was all. Maybe he was even a little bit glad about it, actually. Elijah was obviously biased against him, and it seemed that this other constable was mostly unbiased towards him. That was good, wasn't it. "Oh no. The horror," he said with the most monotone of voices. Of course, the actual seriousness of the situation hadn't hit him yet. To him, the more important thing was Noah sitting down on the bed again, to which Anthony responded by trying to gently shove him away. His bed now.