[An amused sound.] I don't need the hospital for something like this. [Now having his arm cut off, that would be a good time.] Thanks.
[He reaches out for the kit, so he can open it up and check for supplies.] Well, I've used enough first aid, so... don't worry about it. [Besides, having her touching his foot more would be kind of weird.
First the parts he hated the most: cleaning. While she was out, he did try to pick out some of the nastiness with a box of tissues he found, but he obvious didn't want to get too deep because lint = not fun.
It'll take him a bit, with plenty of quiet swearing and wincing, but soon enough he's all bandaged up.] Mm, there.