"Regulus," he responded, introducing himself in return with a nod of his head. "Nice to meet you." He considered what she said about him not looking too bad, and he had to agree. It wasn't that bad. But with his wand still back in New York, he also had to admit to himself that he didn't have a clue what to do about an injury. He'd always just been able to wave the wand and heal it.
"Yeah, but I'm bloody useless with bandages. Probably would have done more damage if I'd tried to fix this myself," he said with a self-deprecating grin, gesturing to the cut on his arm, trying to hold it up so she would see the cut on the top and not the brand on the bottom. He hated that stupid thing.