<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/28000000/Kat-in-Shorts-kat-dennings-28001088-853-480.jpg)</div>Karina was out of sorts and not thinking clearly. Of course, putting hydrogen peroxide on her open wound was stupid. She knew that but did it anyway for whatever reason. She wasn't an idiot, but she was pretty sure she looked like one. She wouldn't have been surprised if James asked her if she really was part of the team that kept him in 'working condition'...<br/><br/><em>"Here, that should dull the pain and settle your nerves a little. Just don't take more than a couple drinks."</em>He said. Karina looked at the bottle, unable to recall the last time she had any alcohol. She watched James pour some rubbing alcohol on a gauze pad, and figured he was right. She grabbed the bottle and took a large drink from it before setting it back down. The burning sensation that worked its way down her throat forced an involuntary cough from her, but that was about it.<br/><br/>James pressed the pad against her wound, and she had to grip her wrist with her free hand to hold it in place. She grimaced and turned her head to the side in pain, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. It took her a few moments to realize that she wasn't getting lost in another one of his memories. She could definitely still feel his emotions, but... Was it the alcohol? Or...something else?<br/><br/>Karina slowly turned her head back to face him, and she watched him as he continued to tend to her wound. It seemed like he had done this before, the way he worked rather efficiently. He was rather stoic for the most part, aside from a few flashes of worry she could sense here and there. She couldn't really tell if he was forcing himself to be numb for her benefit, or if it was the result of years of - let's be real - abuse at the hands of her employers.<br/><br/><em>"Hopefully that was a little better."</em>His voice cut through her thoughts. She looked at her now bandaged hand. There was still a dull stinging, but it lessened with each passing moment. Karina nodded silently, again, flexing her hand just a little. It was starting to feel less painful. She looked at James again, ready to thank him, but he spoke first.<br/><br/><em>"You have really pretty eyes, ya know?"</em>His words caught her off guard, and she was left speechless for a few moments while he packed up the first aid kit. She grabbed one of the bottles of pain pills and dumped a few into her hand, quickly downing them in an effort to make it seem like she was too busy to reply at the moment. In actuality, she was trying to buy herself some time to figure out what the fuck to actually say back to him. In the end, it didn't actually help.<br/><br/>"I, um... Thank you...?" It sounded more like a confused question. "...So do you...?" She didn't know what else to say, honestly. Awkward conversations felt like something that was going to become the norm for the foreseeable future.