[ In response to the question, Will lifted his hand. His sleeve fell back, he hadn't closed the button on the cuff yet, exposing the bandage that ran half way up his forearm.

Wriggling all four fingers and thumb, he did a quick touch of his thumb to each finger tip to show that they were working and his dexterity hadn't been affected. ]

Writing is painful. [ He admitted, not trying to be ridiculously stoic. ] And I expect it will affect my marksmanship for awhile.

[ His lips twitched with that last statement, before he remembered that James wouldn't have any context for the humor. Lowering his arm, he did yank the sleeve over the bandage and moved to button it. ]

That last bit is my pathetic attempt at humor. I'm the worst shot in our department. It took me ten shots to drop a man at point blank range.