Frankie only stood there, letting him look at her hand. When he put it in his mouth, she widened her eyes in surprise. The feel of someone else's saliva, especially someone she didn't even know the name of, didn't feel very pleasant...Even if it did help control the pain. She hesitated, still a little shaken from what had happened with the kettle. When he spoke, she couldn't help but smile just a little, thinking that what he was doing was nothing but a joke. "Eh. don't worry about it," she said as she gently removed her hand from his mouth. "I have some ointment in the bathroom cabinet. I'm sure it'll help," added, trying to remember if there was any left or not. "But thank you for the concern." 

A little shaky, Frankie turned to the counter. The mug she had filled now had tea in it, as she had set the bag inside before pouring. Smiling, she carefully lifted it with her good hand and offered it to him. "Here, drink up while I fix my hand."