They slid their inked fingers into their back pockets as they walked, looking towards the food stalls. "I think I saw someone selling doner kebab. That would be probably be good." They paused then added, "I can't remember if you like things like gyros or not."

She'd been taking things slow, not wanting to strain herself or her injuries. But she was tired of laying around and relaxing. Her mind was ready to be at work every day again, even if her body was still a bit tired. "I don't think I've ever tried a gyro before." She admitted. "I hear they are good though so I'm down to try it."

"I got word from someone that he's living in SoHo now. So avoid that area altogether, if you can. At least for now."

You can see it on his face, how Tristan's blood boils. His territory corrupted, his member attacked. He manages to nod, just barely so: "Mathias." Then, "Malkovich?"

Sighing, he leans back on his seat, frustration washing over him like a violent wave. "He doesn't need scars. He needs a grave."

The drink is still sitting there, offering rescue. Tristan takes it, wetting a progressively drier throat.

"Yes, well... it was all I could manage." She admitted as her eyes lowered to her hands that were clasped in her lap. She wished she had done more -- fought harder. Shame was an emotion that she felt on a regular basis about the whole situation.

You didn't do anything wrong, K. Korra pressed her lips together before she could argue with him. She felt like she did something wrong. She'd made herself a target, somehow. "I want to be involved in whatever you choose." Korra said, her eyes finding Tristan's. "I want to show him that I'm not afraid of him."

And she wasn't, but that didn't stop the nightmares. "He mentioned wanting me to be all healed up before he sees me again. I'd rather that be on my terms and not be surprised." A pause. "I'll listen to you, as always, but I want to be involved in how it's dealt with."

"Take your time." He said, caressing her shoulder reassuringly. As she spoke, he listened, but then the crease between his eyebrows deepened... the way she was talking...

He could have killed me and he chose not to.

"I... I don't know about that, Caleb." Korra felt like he was just trying to make her feel better. That he was trying to reassure her that her actions and her decisions had been good ones. When, in fact, they might not have been. "Harper could have lost her mother." Her voice was barely a whisper as she glanced towards her best friend.

A drink, alone, had been all she wanted. No talking. No seeing anyone that she knew. Just one drink in peace. But of course, a familiar voice began speaking to her and Korra forced herself not to let out a frustrated sigh. One encounter with a different gang member was enough. Now two in one month... Granted, Santiago wasn't Syndicate like Mathias. And technically, she didn't know him all that well. But still.

Her moment of peace had been ruined.

His features darken the more he studies her, the way something has unmistakably changed in her person. Behind his eyes, there's frustration, and there's anger. One of his own had been in a position that he couldn't possibly have rescued her out of.

So he couldn't have prevented it. But he sure as fuck can get revenge.

"Tell me everything. I'm gonna fuck that coward bitch up if it's the last thing I do."

As she felt Tristan's eyes on her, Korra shifted in her seat slightly. She wasn't uncomfortable by his stare by any means, but she wanted to show him that she was okay. That yes she had been harmed but she was still strong.

"Where to start." Korra said lowly as she watched the bartender set two drinks in front of them. She grabbed one of the glasses and lifted it to her lips, taking a sip. "I was walking home from work when I heard something in one of the alley's. Which then led me to witness someone -- Mathias -- killing someone in our territory. I gave him a chance to back down and planned on calling the police but... he didn't take it."

Stupid. She'd been stupid. While Korra was proud of herself for standing her ground and not being afraid, she felt like she should have tried to get away from Mathias, instead of trying to knock him out. "I had a knife and pepper spray when he attacked. I managed to do some damage with both. And while he stated he had no intentions of actually killing me, he definitely did more to me than I could to him." She flexed her left hand, where her finger had been sliced off and then reattached at the hospital. "He will definitely have some scars, though."

Another sip of her drink as her eyes remained on Tristan. "I tried to do more. The intention was to knock him out. But I was losing too much blood and if I waited any longer to contact Max, I probably would have passed out."

"Anything you want." He replied and did as she had asked when coming back. He wanted to tell her about what he'd found, but too paranoid that something would happen to her if he did. Especially now that he'd started to sent people around to ask questions about the proof he had.

"Korra. Please, don't apologize. You know how I get. You are my sister and I just want nothing to ever hurt you." Of course everyone in the Brotherhood was his family, but Korra, he had known for so long, she was blood and chozen family to him. He loved her so much. "Really, you can do work for the pantry from home, I mean it." Though, he frowned when she tried to say that this was her fault. "I doubt it is. How could it be...?"

"That is..." Korra shook her head. "Impossible, Caleb." She said. Hurt was a part of life. "We don't exactly live in a perfect world where we are always safe." But it wasn't as though she'd expected to be harmed while walking home.

Her eyes averted away from her best friend, down towards her hands that were now clasped together in her lap. "It is." Her voice cracked as she spoke. She'd yet to tell him exactly what had happened and now... her chest ached just trying to form the correct words.

"I witnessed a murder that day." She said, lowly. "And instead of running, I... I thought that I could stop him. I thought that I could... knock him out and bring him in." It was stupid of her, really, to think that she could have caught someone like Mathias off guard. "He was harming the people in our territory, Caleb. I felt like I had to try to do something." She shook her head as her eyes burned with tears. She should have ran. She should have reported it and been done with it.

And as much as she put up a fight, and harmed Mathias as well... "I was lucky. He could have killed me and he chose not to."

This is something that he would’ve shared with Korra under any other circumstances, but after the attack on her… He’d cried so much when he’d seen her for the first time after the attack. He’d been so terrified. She was getting better now, but he knew Korra… this was just adding to everything else.

As she shifted on the couch, she sucked in a sharp breath as pain shot through her body. While some of her wounds had healed fairly well, her broken rib was still tricky. The doctor told her that it would take at least six weeks to heal, which meant she wasn't even half way there.

"When you've finished putting the food away, could you get me some water and that medicine bottle over there?" She pointed towards the kitchen counter, where she had left it last.

Korra was glad that Caleb was there, but she also felt... awkward. She'd yet to tell him exactly what happened. She could barely bring herself to tell Miles and the police, after everything. And then when Caleb had visited her for the first time, she'd been too tired to talk. Too mentally and physically exhausted to want to say anything.