Shiro smiles slightly, not visibly reacting to whatever moment she just mentally went through. He wasn't grievously injured, which, if she was a surgeon, he can understand being a bit of a let down.

"I saw your- broadcast," he settles on, lifting his wrist enough that the comm band shows above the cuff of his flannel and coat. "It brought some things up that I hadn't much thought about since arriving, and I was hoping I might be able to ask you some questions."

With the implied confidentiality that came between doctors and patients, but they aren't even introduced yet, and Shiro doesn't want to, well, freak her out.

"I'm Shiro," he adds quickly, "village resident for... almost two weeks, now."