It looks like shit. [he says, immediately. he's not going to lie to her. he finishes up and tosses the now pretty much ruined towel he'd been using to dry off onto the counter, rounding it to get a better look. he's familiar with electrolarynx but he also doesn't really have any formal medical training - just the field training he'd got as a spy. those are far more focused around keeping someone alive until the extraction gets to them.

so he goes for the obvious:] Take some painkillers and make sure it doesn't get infected. That basement was like a serial killer's wet dream and if I wake up to you puking pus everywhere then...

[he trails off and makes a face, taking the first aid kit to shove the painkillers at her.]

Ew. Just, ew. Get some antibiotics from the pharmacy and pray you're not allergic to penicillin.