Buggsy's attitude receded when you mentioned an injury. "Hmph. Well, I'll need to see what I'm dealing with first. But I can fix anything short of dismemberment and death. Lots of sailors getting rips and burns from handling rigging or just breaking themselves trying to carry heavy loads. Sure as hell ain't gunna do that in my kitchen though. Who's wounded?" The bugbear cleans his hand with a cloth, putting his utensils securely in a drawer as he changes from his cooking apron to his surgery smock, which looked similar except his surgery smock had more old bloodstains. Questionable why he has such a thing in the kitchen, but that wasn't important right now.