[ He's about to say something oh-so-smooth like "Agreed" to her Macgyuver comment, but the moment passes for it and instead his expression tenses as he watches her assess his hand. It's the worst of his injuries, probably -- the busted lip and the black eye aren't pleasant sights, but they'll heal on their own. He's not missing any teeth, not suffering any major head trauma.

Broken fingers, though. Seeing a doctor is not an exciting prospect for Harvey, even if hearing it from Clara really lets the fact sink in that he hasn't got much choice if he ever wants to use those fingers again. He exhales slowly, but sharply. ]

Worse people to stuck with. At least I like you. [ He tries to smile at her and get some feeling back in his hand at the same time, his other fingers tensing in clumsy attempts to curl. ] Would you say it's good or bad odds there'll be any permanent damage from this? ... I know I'm not a young guy anymore, but I'm pretty resilient. Usually.