Kate always wondered if Matt would feel uncomfortable with how touchy she is. How she favors a good hug when she's feeling stressed out and is never afraid of holding a friend's hand. But Matt never did, never really turned her down. Kate held him, aware of the tension on his body and how worries ate him up.

"You know," Kate started as she tore even further the hole on her legging, giving Matt more room to work without forcing her to strip. "Once you talk to the people in the building, ask if they have somewhere to crash at. If not, give them my number. I'll cover hotel costs until they find somewhere to stay at." Aware as she is that Matt will consider it a big gesture, it's meaningless to Kate. And therefore, something she will insist in if anyone turns it down.

As Frank approached them, she took the cup of coffee and thanked him, blowing off the steam as she tried not to wince while Matt patched up her leg. "Aaaaw, I was half expecting you'd draw me a little skull with milk on my drink. Totally a wasted opportunity there, Frank," she teased him, wasting no time in being her usual, shameless self again.

Karen, already on her phone, tapped at the screen rapidly, catching up with sources along as she checked on things. "Okay, the people at storage will open up for us." She lowered her phone as she stood next to Frank, taking his own cup from him and giving it a sip, before returning the cup. "And Fisk is giving an emergency announcement first thing in the morning."

Yes, she had turned down coffee, but even the motor oil he drinks became a temptress in a moment like this one.