Marion takes a few steps with him before she stops cold.

She's staring at her hand, at the skin visible beneath the thin leather of her glove. The blush, the color, drains from her face as she looks, her gaze slowly dragging across him to look at his face.

"I... didn't hurt you." There is confusion in her voice as she looks back town at the torn glove and then to his hand. It might well occure to Kurt that every square inch of her skin is covered. Or was before some of the fabric tore.