It's--fine. [This is fine, this is good, no matter what her instincts about everyone around her may say. Kilgrave's reach is so far within that she doesn't even trust her brother, doesn't trust that he isn't under his control, too. She's shivering and doesn't realize it before she's scrubbing at her skin again, leaving porcelain red and raw. What a vision. Raven hair, creamy skin. She won't have that, not anymore.]

You're fine. You wanna tell me what you've been up to, Matt? [Her eyes scan over him and then she rolls them back, sighs heavily.] You're bruised and you're--wearing pajamas. No body armor.