[ that sure does sting a touch; she hopes it doesn't come to that, rejecting that poor boy, but if he's any real kind of determined, it probably will. she makes a soft, annoyed sound of acknowledgement, but she picks up the pace, falling better into line with faraday.

the doctor's home is still well-lit, so at least emma knows she won't be disturbing him too terribly (at least he won't already be in bed, is more like it), and when emma goes to knock on the door, the answer comes quickly.

the doctor looks surprised to see her standing there in the low evening light, and emma just offers a polite, if apologetic smile. ]

Miss Emma, is there somethin' you're needin' on this cold evening?

[ emma is careful not to look at faraday, because it really would seem odd if she was casting any glances at empty air, and instead, she just holds up the hand she's wrapped in the rag. ]

I seem to have gotten a might overzealous with my dinner preparations this evening. If it's not too much trouble, would you mind havin' a look at this finger?

[ the doctor ushers her in with an easy smile, leading her to have a seat so he can inspect her hand. ]

Why, you've made quite a mess of yourself, haven't you?

[ emma looks mildly abashed as the doctor starts tending to her finger, though the anxiety is clear in her eyes when he's pulling out his suture kit. the alcohol used to disinfect her finger stings like the dickens, and while emma tries her hardest not to let it show, she's clearly in a fair bit of pain as the doctor sees to her hand.

she only needs a couple of stitches, but even that's enough for her to look thoroughly unsettled, despite her best efforts, and she can't watch while the doctor fixes her up.

she looks at faraday instead, trying to come off accusatory, but it's a bit harder when there's a needle yanking through her skin. ]