Selina cocked her head at the boy briefly, watching his face as he looked over the cut. His body language gave him away as being honest, he wasn't shifty and he definitely wasn't hiding anything. Though the lack of clothes certainly gave that away. Selina thought for a second - he would be the boy that Leslie had taken in, the one she'd mentioned briefly at their last lunch.
The one Selina had conveniently forgotten all about.
"If you think you can help..." Selina replied with a small grin, "Go right ahead."
She could feel the anxiety coming off him in waves, but she'd always had that impression on men - no matter the age. It was nothing new. Instead of revelling in it, she turned her head as he moved away to compose and pull a t-shirt over himself, inspecting her wound again; her fingers playing over the broken skin lightly.
"I'll stand -- " Selina replied to him quickly " -- two or three stitches I think, don't bother with the local anaesthetic." She'd see how capable he was in no time.