Quinn watched him with eyebrow raised as he processed the doctor's question, as if for a moment, he couldn't remember. But, that didn't last terribly long, and he revealed his name to be Tobias and that he was a courier. Who the hell would want to kill a mailman? What was he carrying that was worth a merciless execution? She smirked, "So much for 'don't shoot the messenger'," she commented quietly, more to herself than the two men, but apparently it was loud enough to hear, because the doc looked at her over his shoulder with a deadpan expression before turning back to Tobias.
"Well, Tobias, I'm Doc Mitchell, and you're in the town of Goodsprings. Now I hope you don't mind, but I had to go rootin' around in your noggin to get all the bits of lead out," here he picked up a mirror and offered it to the young man, "I believe I put you back together alright, stuff that matters anyway. Quinn here," he gestured back toward the half blind girl, who gave a two fingered salute when her name was said, "And the metal fella, Victor, dug you up and brought you here. We didn't think you were going to make it for a while there, but here you are," he said with a shake of his head, "How are you feeling? Ready to get back on your feet?" he asked, standing up from his chair.
Quinn furrowed her brow. "Are you sure about that, Doctor? Tobias here just made like Lazarus, shouldn't he take it easy?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head, looking at Tobias than back at the doc. She was no medical expert, but whenever she repaired a securitron, they didn't just put it right back out on the streets. People were a lot more fragile than that. It was still beyond her how he had managed to survive a bullet to the head. She considered herself pretty sturdy, but there was no way she would be able to walk away from the same thing.