Once she was back in the tub with the security of her lifejacket triple checked, she gave him a look which was both kind of scared and scary if such a thing were possible. "Well you have fun with that," Phoenix unwrapped the towel around her forearm then, wincing visibly. A streak of flesh was red and sort of oozy and blistered from a second degree burn with the gash in the middle of it. Thankfully, the bleeding had stopped. Of course, as soon as it hit the open air, the pain practically tripled but that was the way of it and she was very good at not making a single sound.
"Fucking hot frying pan. I was making a snack," she explained. She sort of breathed a short laugh but the joke never followed, "Can we go home yet?" She sounded like a child.