[h3]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, back room[/h3]
Upon hearing Nigel ask whether the substance Victor was drenched in was blood, the Hunter frowned before glancing down at himself, confirming how thoroughly soaked he was, and then swept the room in front of him – looking at the dead beast, the several human corpses, the blood-splatters and the dangling bits of intestine hanging off some of the furniture – before looking back at Nigel. His expression had gone from annoyance to disappointment, though he seemed somewhat mollified when Ludolf confirmed that the substance was, indeed, blood.
[I]Because Nigel was expressly looking at Victor:[/I]
Though Victor seemed to look down at himself with an air of sarcasm initially, he seemed momentarily surprised with what he found. His eyes quickly scanned his entire body, especially noting the tears in his clothes from the times he had been wounded earlier, but generally just seeming to gauge the spread and quantity of blood covering him. For as attentive as Victor was of everything around him, he also curiously seemed to avoid eye-contact with anyone.

“Yeah,” Victor confirmed grimly, looking once more to the beast with its obviously broken neck sprawled across the floor at one end of the room. “Seems the clods running this place bolted when the bells rang, and someone thought they could help themselves to some sleeping Hunters.”
He gestured to Torquil, Arcturus and through the doorway behind him to Marcus. “These guys woke up and held them off until I got here. Also killed that one.” He pointed at the dead beast. There was a note of approval in his voice.

About at this time, Torquil pointed with his left hand – his right hand holding his hatchet – towards the cabinet that Ludolf had been learning against before jumping away to escape the Messengers. “Little men!”* he garbled.
Over there, still plainly visible to all of the Paleblood Hunters and invisible to Victor, the four Messengers that had crowded around Ludolf's feet had seemingly taken to try to communicate. One of them had turned its face – void even of the sockets for eyes, and with but an empty round, somewhat wrinkled mouth-like hole – to Ludolf once more, and was gesturing with its hands for him to come closer. The other three Messengers had moved to the base of the cabinet itself, with two of them throwing their tiny bodies flat against the front of its wooden doors, raking their hands down the side soundlessly and powerlessly. The last Messenger instead laid low against the floor, as if trying to look under the cabinet, while reaching into the gap created by the stubby wooden feet of the cabinet with its hands, as if trying to reach something.

[I](What Torquil actually sounded like:
*“E'hl meh!”)[/I]