The sudden change in attitude caught her a little off guard. "It's fine. Just a little burn," she said, pulling her hand away from her lips. "It happens all the time." And she wasn't lying. Working as a waitress meant she was constantly pouring hot coffee, and it wasn't unusual for some to accidentally land on her hand. It was something she was pretty much used to. Frankie was about to tell him that when the kettle [i]fucking exploded[/i]. 

The girl nearly had a heart attack. Her heart pounded against her chest, eyes wide as she flinched in fear of being hit by pieces of cheap metal and hot water. When neither touched her, she forced herself to calm down just a little. How the hell had that happened?! She was so busy thinking about what had just happened, that she didn't hear his desire to see her hand. It wasn't until he grabbed it that she snapped her attention back to him.

"I-It's fine!" She didn't bother to pull it away. Instead, she glanced at it, seeing how red and puffy the back of her hand already was.