"...Right." The way Daredevil is moving speaks of more than just a bruise, but he's not about to push the matter. They're both allowed to be defensive, here.

The brandy is a definite surprise, though. He reaches for it with a flesh and blood hand, but since the other one is currently being picked apart by Dr. Linus, he has to have an actuator help to get the top off. "...Thanks." He takes a healthy swig, from the sound of liquid sloshing in the bottle, and offers it back to Daredevil with a helpful little nudge of the other man's hand.

He knows.

"What... kind of a place is this, anyways? You patch up just anyone?" He squints sidelong at the doctor.