Killian held the first-aid kit out between them, and for a long moment Olivia just stared at it like it might bite her.

The security light above them flickered, buzzing faintly, throwing her face in and out of shadow. He could see the exact moment she decided fighting him on this wasn't worth the energy, her shoulders dropping half an inch, her jaw unclenching just slightly. She reached out and took the kit from his hand, careful not to let her fingers brush his this time.

"Thank you." Her voice was flat, polite in the way strangers were polite. "I can handle it from here."

She didn't look at him...