The picc line in her arm was covered in wrapped gauze (she'd be getting IV antibiotics for a few weeks yet), and unlike Hannah, she didn't even bother hiding anything from Luther.
"Defending against a man, honey," she told him. "Someone you care about, so you don't wanna hurt them too permanent, but you want them to quit whatever they're doing," she said easily, sitting on the bare coffee table and crossing her legs as she looked at him expectantly. She looked her age, but her eyes were clear and determined and older. "And we both need to know what to do if we run into the wrong end of a knife."