[Elektra makes no move to stop her. Really she's on the money. There's on a cut on the back of her neck to match this one. God only knows how well it's healed when she had to take out the stitches herself on the station. She openly scoffs at her questions.] You think I'd let one of these idiots touch me? As far as they're concerned the hardest thing I do all day is lift a glass to my lips. I'm keeping it that way as long as possible.

[Karen is obviously welcome to touch clearly. She buttons up her shirt as she mulls over the idea of letting him in on this. She does have leverage on him; both of them really. She doesn't see Karen tattling to anyone about her war wounds or Frank for that matter. Still it makes her feel in control so she proceeds like Karen is talking her into it.] I've met Frank the bartender. I wouldn't mind asking him for help if you reached out first.