There's some blinking, and then some awkward subsiding, and a throat clearing, at least from Finch-- as he registers there really does seem to be no source of the injury, however much blood there is.

"Ah. Right," he says faintly, and takes a little step back, glancing between the two blonde women sheepishly. "Sorry, I-- saw the blood and-- please, don't let me-- interrupt."

Bear whines from over there; Finch shuffles back that way, and sits down heavily in one of the chairs, his hand absently going to the fur at the dog's neck and burrowing in for what comfort it may provide in this unsettling moment.