Though he didn't approve of the language, Tristan was barely affected by the outburst. His patients in the asylum had often been unpredictable. He merely held up his hands. "Alright then..."

He followed PC Crane out. "He can reuse this one, if it doesn't get too dirty. He can wash it if he has a spare one at home," he explained to the constable. He wondered why the constable was so concerned about the bandage. Surely the kid could look after it himself.