Crabb scoffs, looking around from behind Watson as she drags his arms back with an incredulous look, "Really, doc? Really?"

Cragen grits his teeth, a motion that, with the mask in the state it is, does not do him any favours whatsoever, but it's when he tries to move that things truly begin to fall apart. He can't both push himself up to sitting and meaningfully hold his face together at the same time, despite his best efforts.

His lower lip is hanging off his face by a single glued edge, the jowl on the side Watson struck has fallen off entirely to reveal the real skin beneath, and the ripple effect of damage to the upper lip and cheek has completely crumpled in a way normal skin just doesn't.

Even with one hand still trying to cover it, it's hard not to see, now.

Watson will feel Crabb freeze in real time as her brain catches up with her eyes, until she abandons trying to restrain him entirely. "—Tom?"