"I think enough of me is on the inside for a meal." She jokes before she catches that scowl. Oh that could mean a lot of things mostly because she's projecting. Being stuck in bed like this makes her either sweet or defensive. Right now she's defensive.

"You're worried? Sweet, but don't be. I don't think a group of mass murderers were leveling cities to get something that can't handle a little stab wound. They weren't stupid monsters." Her brow furrows. "Unless you're worried I'm helpless which let me assure you that I am in fact angry enough at this point that I will strangle that man with my bare hands and leave him outside Wilson Fisk's door as friendly advice. You'll need to move the body for me naturally." Two swings, two misses.