The comment about handcuffs and women and third dates actually earns a snort from her, a trace of vague amusement present in her eyes.
It's ridiculous, but something about the humor is starting to get to her.
Lightly pushing him to lean forward so that she can get to the cuffs, the seemingly sincere thanks momentarily catches her off-guard and her reply is a reflection of that.
"Don't thank me yet. I could always change my mind and leave them on…"
Despite the somewhat joking comment, not a moment later, she unlocks the cuffs, one hand immediately shifting to support his injured arm and ease it forward to keep from jarring it.
Once satisfied that his arm is situated, she retrieves the medical kit and returns, hesitating only a moment before speaking once more. "I'm sure you hear this all the time, but I need you to take off your jacket and your shirt."
Opening the kit, she adds--once more in her 'this is not negotiable' voice, "And don't bother telling me again that it's just a graze. Let me be the judge of how 'graze'-like it is."