[Considering the Soldier doesn't have any drugs on them-- most of them just plain don't work given their metabolism, and they're not in plentiful supply around Beacon anyway-- that nets Javert only a twitch in a suppressed flinch, and then an,]

Of course, sir.

[before the Soldier uses a cleaner part of the sleeve to carefully wipe blood away. More wells up immediately, of course, but it's enough for a quick look at the marks. Yep, stitches, so pull out the packet with needle and medical thread from one of their many pockets.]

If you would hold your arm up, please, sir. So there will be less bloodflow while I sew these up.