Harvey took the gun back, placing it in his belt and leaning against a wall, closer to the pair then before but still a safe distance away. The man on the ground stared up at him and he stared back fighting a conflicting mix between nausea and morose satisfaction. Know about bad luck pal.

He glanced to Crane, part of him nearly turning to grab the first aide kit shoved away in the kitchen when the ludicrous nature of the idea hit him like a storm. He laughed, a snort really, to himself, taking a moment before speaking in calm tones.

"Then we'll just throw him back in the gutter where he belongs." The man twitched and Harvey smiled jaggedly at him.