Frank glanced over at her, frowned slightly, and gently removed his arm from her grip. "You're not making sense," he answered, and although it was clear that he was annoyed, his voice was level. "But it's fine." It was a strange situation, and he understood that she was stressed and hadn't meant anything by it.
"Look, I need to go. There are people here that need help." He wasn't the greatest medic in the world, but he could stitch up a cut and set a bone, and that was really all he needed to know.