One broken hand... [Silas said out load, writing it carefully into a ledger book with an ink pen. He circles the patients and touches them, feels out the injuries, and writes down everything amiss. He writes the time. He does this as he listens to Oscar, but he feigns professionalism.

The break from it is a perked eyebrow and a casual offer]

If you have the jitters this late, you should get a drink. [meaning they should get a drink]