"Crud? Crud like how?" His head tilts and he can't help but to frown. "Y'sure that you don't need a doctor? I mean, it looks pretty bad..." But it wasn't bleeding.. not from what he could see or smell, anyway. "Maybe we wrap it up and you lay down, now? I... I'll admit I haven't the foggiest on what t'do about burns. Haven't had t'deal with them in a long time.. well, at least nothin' that couldn't be solved by drainin' some dogs and a good old mayor, anyway." He laughed a little half-heartedly. Shit, did she know about the mayor? Did it matter?

"I want t'help ya, Tulip... What can I do for you?"