"Bullshit." The retort was immediate and sharp, but he's silent for a beat after Scratch's dismissal of his question, jaw working as he starts considering how he's going to handle this.

His mouth gets going before his brain has a chance to settle on something.

"I ain't blind or stupid. You've got a bloody shovel over your shoulder and despite us bein' in the dark, I wasn't born in or last night. Why don't you tell me what you were doin' in that house, Alan? Defendin' or attackin'?"