Karen jumps a little at his own initial surprise and then relaxes right along with him, melting back into the strange singularity that they seem to have become. She gazes into his eyes with dreamy blues, actually trying to get lost as she accepts the link between the two of them. It feels good, inexplicably as it may be.

It’s okay. I have scars, too. More than you’d expect.

Looking down, she sighs and takes a leap. Using their mental bond, she allows him to see the events of her brother’s death, the time she was framed for murder and the time that she actually did kill Wilson Fisk’s assistant Wesley in a moment of what she tries to tell herself was self-defense. Her eyes well up with tears. This is one hell of a drink.