"Everyone's got a talent," Kalinda returns blithely, though not quite dismissive. It's probably not the first time she's dealt with her arm in a sling. And while she's had no issue using chopsticks in the past, it's a fork she chooses to wield this evening. If she manages to get through the meal without spilling any rice on the desk, she may just do a victory dance. In her head.

She nods solemnly, because accounting for missing colleagues and clients is a solemn sort of thing. There are some things neither of them will ever just shrug off, or make light of. When he asks as to her injuries, she shakes her head, reaching up to tuck back a strand of hair that falls from where it's usually held behind her ear. That brief moment gives her a look of... not quite vulnerability, because it's hard to imagine Kalinda Sharma ever appearing (genuinely) vulnerable, but she looks shaken for a second or two. Appropriately so, maybe.

"Monsters in an alleyway. I was rescued in a timely fashion." Admitting that she needed the rescue is hard, but she's trying to sound flippant. Sadly, a waver in her voice betrays her, and inwardly she winces at the momentary lapse of composure.