"You're injured," he is distracted by whatever conversational turn they might have meandered down by the fact that he can visibly see her arm is affected. Given by how gingerly she's holding it, he suspects it might be fractured. His instinct is to set the bone, but then he remembers his visit to Ms. McCall. They have morphine, and likely more advanced technology than in his day. They might be able to do it more cleanly than him. He palpates gently just under her elbow. "Does that hurt?"