Tristan turned his head sideways and looked at the downtrodden young man. He dried his hands. Then he walked over and stooped down so that he could have a look at the face. "Sorry about this, Mr. Longbottom," he muttered. Then he carefully put his fingers on Mr. Longbottom's nose, to feel for a fracture. He wasn't too concerned about the kid getting up and attacking him. He was cuffed and there was a guard present.