Kate glanced at the bartender. What was his problem? Her attention was swiftly brought back around to Kilgrave.

"I dropped a glass and it shattered on the table. I tried to clean it up by catching it as it shattered." That was a specific amount of details to give him but she was mostly worried about what Kilgrave would see when he lifted his silk handkerchief. "I'm sure it looks worse than it actually is."

She could feel the telltale signs that her cut was well on its way to healing. It itched. "You're really being too kind for this small little thing."