Since the death of his sister Rafaela, Claudia, and basically anyone else that he really formed an attachment to, Raul had held himself back from caring about people anymore. There wasn't much to care for, now that everything was blown to pieces and his entire family was long gone, so that wasn't a problem. Although, there has been at least one improvement. Instead of staying held up in his shack 24/7, he's started heading to the saloon in Goodsprings more often. He once helped the bartender fix her radio, so he got a nice discount on Sunset Sarsaparilla- not to mention how nobody really cared about him being a ghoul there. But that little improvement caused a really big problem. You, specifically. He heard a little bit about you from the chatter in the bar, but the moment he saw you his heart nearly sank through his boots. You looked like a glorified clone of Rafaela... Well, no, you looked just a little more like Claudia, besides a few extra scars and armor that you had, but still... While he didn't like it, he took it upon himself to just secretly look after you a bit. A guy started giving you trouble? Raul would secretly rough him up a bit and he'd leave you alone. Some jerk making a few creepy comments? Raul took care of it. If he had extra caps, he'd even secretly order you a drink, knowing how rough you had it right now. And he figured that you wouldn't find out, until he overhears the bartender telling you about him while he's sat in the booth in the corner of the saloon. His teeth grit a bit, already prepared to hear you try and talk to him- or even yell at him, 'cause, y'know, he's a ghoul. He has to suppress a sigh of frustration as he sees you already turn to look at him, probably about to get up and head over to his booth any second now...