The man agreed to let Raymond look at it, that much was a good sign. Though the way he put that revolver on his lap, Raymond could tell he might have a bullet in him at any second if he made a bad move. Not that he could blame him, that's how the world was. Those who lowered their guns were often met with a bullet. Though for the time being, Raymond didn't have a choice. In order to medically analyze this man's arm and wrist, he'd need both his hands. For the time being, Raymond but his revolver back in his holster. And took a look at his wrist, taking care not to put a whole lot of pressure on it. Not that he thought it'd matter. This guy earned the black armor, as the NCR commonly referred to it. Pain was something he'd probably seen a good deal of.<br/><br/>"They've done alright by me." Raymond said, referring to the Brotherhood of Steel. "That is to say, the NCR has done good too. Though, I'm not so sure how happy they'll be to see you considering you ruined their branch in the west." The NCR had gone to war with the Brotherhood of Steel for a time, that war taking place mostly in the Mojave Wasteland. Though, the battle of Hoover Dam had put them at a stalemate. These days they certainly weren't friends, but they also weren't classified as allies. It was as though the war was just put on hold for the time being, though plenty of hard feelings still rested on both sides. Putting light points of pressure against his wrist, the bone was still in tact as far as he could tell, possibly damaged though. "I'd be very interested to know if the Brotherhood is attempting to take control though. And you'd be right by the way, formerly known as Manhattan actually, this is New York City."<br/><br/>"It doesn't appear broken. Though definitely sprained. Probably prone to breaking if you punch anyone too hard at this point." Raymond said, maybe exaggerating that last part. "Y'know, it was a suggested method by doctors before the war to inform patients that a shot might 'sting a little' before giving them the shot so that they didn't panic." Raymond said, taking a stimpack from a pouch connected to his armor. "I don't think I've seen a single person afraid of needles though." Raymond said. "What brings you here?" Raymond asked, displaying the stimpack to him. "May I?" He asked for permission, though if the man agreed, he'd inject the stimpack into his wrist, it'd fix him right up.