Cohen realized maybe a little too late that his question probably sounded stupid. He certainly hoped she wasn't hurt either, though he suspected there were many things that could be going on in there. He hadn't ever spent much time thinking about what went on in women's restrooms, but he supposed the possibilities were endless. People never ceased to amaze him when it came to their cleanliness habits (or lack thereof in most cases). This was his first job in a restaurant-type setting, so he definitely was ignorant in the ways this seemingly innocuous task could go south. Which likely showed when he questioned whether the woman was hurt rather than immediately thinking of what Marie might need his help cleaning up.
"I guess we will," he remarked with a wry smile. Cohen didn't pay any mind to the looks he got from customers as he stepped out around the bar to follow Marie. He might not have consciously thought about it or acknowledged it, but he did tend to attract attention. Either with his height or the "good looks" people constantly accused him of having. Standing next to Marie, however, the height difference was almost laughable.
"It's not bad," he answered with a nod. "Feels just like any other day, honestly." Cohen never really thought about holidays anymore. It had been so long since he'd had someone to celebrate with that he tended to forget about them all together more often than not. They had reached the ladies' room by that point, and he stepped to the side a little so Marie could make sure no other women were in there before he went in.