( felicity may not know the reasoning behind her sudden pain, but kara knows all too well what blunt force from her own bones can do to an unsuspecting person. she'd run into her sister too many times as a kid in a too-small house growing up.

once, alex had been unconscious for a full twelve hours. that time, kara had learned to take it slower around corners.

at least here, there are waiters moving about with napkins on their arms, and it only takes a moment before kara manages to flag one down. the crisp ivory linen has been pressed to avoid wrinkles, but that doesn't matter in the face of a medical emergency — no, kara's all too happy to roll it in her palms, folding the material until it forms a pouch-like shape. a perfectly serviceable ice pack... without any ice. )

Um. Maybe... maybe some ice, too? I can do that.

( don't worry, felicity, there's no need to flag down a waiter again. kara's got this. after a quick breath in, her mouth forms a small o and exhales; after a moment, the hollow cavity within the napkin is filled with cold, crisp, perfectly clean ice, all thanks to handy dandy superbreath. )

Here — can you hold that, do you think? I can try and find you some aspirin, and you can have my wine.

( she's only had a sip so far, and her glass is miraculously still full on the table nearby. )