[The silence isn't surprising but it does make Sharky sad, in a way that's deeper than he's willing to process this early and without alcohol. He keeps the towel pressed hard down on the wound, patting Pratt's shoulder with his free hand.]

The knife ain't too big and the blade's pretty sharp. [It's one hell of a shiv, that's for sure. Pratt's lucky -- the knife could have been serrated, or dull, or some weird fuckin' shape designed to tear out the muscle.] Gonna wanna keep from usin' your arm for a bit, though.

[Hopefully it'll heal clean, and he'll have full use of his arm again before long.]

Just stay still and we'll stitch you up World Series style.