Cocking an eyebrow, she regarded the girl with mild curiosity. That wasn't an excuse she heard from drunk people, it was the kind she heard from someone who didn't want to say anything. "Your hand forcefully slipped into the mirror, huh?" she asked, tilting her head. Sighing, she rocked back onto her feet so she was squatting, arms resting on her knees. "Sure, whatever you say." if she wasn't going to talk, Kate wasn't going to make her, but there was still a mess, and an incident report she was going to have to write.
"Except my mirror's still broken, and that paper towel isn't going to help that hand." so it wasn't exactly her mirror, but she'd easily became one of them more qualified staff, she'd be assistant manager next. And if she didn't do all she could to help the girl, she was going to find herself in trouble, and Kate kind of liked her job.
The smile didn't do much to reassure her, why someone would punch a mirror in a public place and then try to act like everything was fine was beyond her. She didn't see why anyone would believe it. There had to be shards of glass in her skin, had to be. No way there wasn't. Why she wasn't acting like she was in pain, she didn't know. Unless this girl was just very good at hiding it.
No matter what had happened, she wasn't about to let this whole thing juts slide completely. She had to be sure the girl was going to be alright, at the very, very least.