[ cassian doesn't need to know the details of the car- karen's made herself comfortable enough in the interior, knows where everything is, anything they might need. the radio kicks on too, right after the engine roars to life, something that sounds a bit like old r&b, way out of time, but karen turns it off before much of the song can play.

he doesn't fight her when she asks for his hand this time, and she's glad it doesn't have to turn into an argument (though she'd been prepared for it to, just in case). as soon as his hand is close enough, she leans over to get a closer look. it isn't bad, or at least isn't dire, but it hasn't stopped bleeding either, and she can't help the way she frowns a little when she notices that.

not that it matters - she gets to work, wiping it off and cleaning it with fairly gentle, semi-practiced hands. his words get a flicker of her eyes towards him, and a hint of a smile. ]

A couple of times, maybe. [ more often than she likes to admit, but that's another story or another day. ] I'm not a doctor, though. You'll want to get this checked out, but this should be okay until you can. [ with one hand still holding up his wrist, she rifles through the first aid kit, focusing for the next few minutes on cleaning the wound and then wrapping it, tearing the tape with her teeth and then gently wrapping it around his hand. ] There. How does it feel?