Kinn was-despite all his outward appearance as being an utter wreck- was still aware of what was going on. He let Pete and Vegas handle the native as he continued to look like a disaster. He didn't feel too far off from being one, either.

"Man needs a bone-setter," the native continued, speaking slow and more pronounced as if they didn't understand the language. "Fix the arm, mn? Ease the pain of other breaks. My home there," he turns, pointing three shops down where there was a mortar and pestle sign out front. "Where you go if not fixed now?" He turns back, giving Pete a critical stare. "Travel with bone break not good, not good."

Kinn sagged a bit against Vegas' grip, dropping his head more so he could mutter softly to his cousin. "Let's just get this over with. Going to hurt no matter what."