"I'm afraid I have never heard of such a a thing, I need more context." She admitted, watching him carefully. The way he undid the buttons of his shirt should not be as alluring as it was. Sage turned on the healing part of her brain as she saw the burns up close. She moved closer to inspect the damage, not paying attention to, but not oblivious of, the proximity it put her in.

"Space is irrelevant, Mr. MacCoinnich," she assured him with a flippant response, gingerly prodding the burns with her fingers, looking f0r any response to the stimulus. If he was in pain, she would halt the flirting and focus on the healing. Luckily for the pair of them, he seemed to be alright. Enough anyway. "Were you subjected to an awful kitchen experiment?" She questioned lightly as she moved back to her bag, satisfied that he wasn't dying at any rate. "This should help." Sage assured him as she held up the container of slave that would indeed soothe burns. She could feel a burn of her own as she anticipated putting it on his chest, but she bit it back, reminding herself she could remain professional if he minded his manners.