Raph wasn't exactly concerned with her best bedside manner face. The cauterized wound on his shoulder blade, along with the others, was far more pressing. He managed a tight lipped smile at her, trying to be as friendly as he ever was. Hopefully she wasn't too put off by the smell of him. Wasn't like there were many places to bathe out in the wilds... and then again, burnt flesh wasn't exactly appealing to most.
"Raphael Davies, call me Raph. I heard some docs had shown up and uh..." he awkwardly motioned to his back with his good arm. "Most of my injuries are fine, just ... wanna get that checked out." And have something for the pain, but he wasn't greedy. Someone else might need those later more than he needed them now. Worst case, the saloon would always have some version of alcohol to numb it for a while.