[ He's been watching her for days now, if he's being honest, and being careful about it. His memory is pretty shot at the best of times, but he remembers Karen was close to Frank. He's not sure how it started, or how close was their kind of close was.

He just knows that she's the best chance he has of finding Frank and making him pay for what he did. This asshole, Fisk, is threatening all of that, and he's not taking too kindly to it. Which is why he's ignoring the goons following Karen, like he hasn't noticed all five of their useless asses, and sliding up on the stool next to her, hood still drawn up over his head. ]

You know, for someone who stirs up as much shit as you do, you're really bad at noticing when you have a tail, Karen. [ He drawls it in her direction, smile making the scars tug strangely at his cheeks, and orders a whiskey from Josie. ]

Don't panic, and don't look around. Just look at me. Just two people, sharing a drink in a bar.