I like to think of them as OUR arrows

She sure was picking things from Matt, as guilt kept eating Kate up. It had been such a long day in a week that had barely granted her any sleep. But here they are, aware that this is only a brief stop on a night that's going to be even longer. She really needed that coffee Frank had offered, to become more aware of her surroundings. How had she not paid attention to just how weary Matt was himself? He clearly messed up his stitches. And who knows how bad looks the rest of him under that suit?

Well. His wounds, anyway.

She didn't argue, simply nodding and taking a seat. "You know, maybe we can just glue it," she commented as Matt approached her, taking a seat by her side as he started picking pieces of gauze to clean the crust of blood tangled on her eyebrow. His joke about manipulation at least earned him a smile he wouldn't miss. Lucky's whimper seemed to agree to his point.

Kate isn't exactly a fan of needles, but she knows she will suck it up if needed. She knows these guys won't bat an eye about getting their stitches and neither should she.

Voices mumbled through the police scanner, for a while the one sound interrupting their silence. "All our files are in storage. Unless anyone broke in, that's where we start looking," Karen pointed out as the thread pulled on Frank's skin, stitch by stich closing his wound. "It's gonna take a while, but six eyes are better than two." There was a pause, in which she briefly looked at Frank. "You comin' with us?"