"I'm not hurt," Kozue confirmed, with a slow nod. She felt uncomfortable, scrutinized, and though at first she wanted to shrink slightly in her seat, that wasn't fair. This was more her turf than his, she was inclined to believe. She should be able to hold her ground—so she raised her hand for a waiter. She'd get something to eat, which would give her something to focus on if (when) the conversation got awkward.
She swallowed, and looked back directly at Oubai. "How about you? How are you feeling now?" Since were you hurt was insensitive given the situation, or at least verged close enough to insensitive that Kozue avoided it.