After following you around the Mojave for a while, helping you basically save the wasteland and repairing all your gear for you, Raul's started to get a little worried- as much as he hates to admit it. You've been working yourself half to death at this point...

He'd been trying to get you to take a little break for a while now, and it finally worked. Now you're both sitting next to eachother on his mattress on the floor of his shack, with a cold, damp rag on your forehead to get rid of the migraine that had decided to settle in your head now that you aren't up and running around. "Feeling any better, boss? Headache still there?" He looks down at you, giving you a slightly concerned look.