She's from New York, which means, at some point, her number might have come up, and John continues to look at her, tries to determine if he's ever seen her before along with searching for a lie, but both his attempts at catching any dishonesty and his memory come up empty. She's a stranger to him.
An honest one, as far as he can tell, which is something.
What she's telling him seems impossible, but there's no hint of a lie in her eyes. A few years, the Machine would have seemed impossible, Samaritan would have seemed impossible, but John trusts Harold, he trusts the Machine, and it seems it's time for him to trust Karen. At least until he can get in touch with someone, Lionel or Finch or even Root at this point.
"Darrow," he says to confirm what he's been told. "I've come from New York in the middle of winter to a city I've never heard of in the middle of summer. And no one knows how." It occurs to him this is a Samaritan's doing, that she might be an agent, one of Greer's, but if that's the case his cover is long blown. He'll do what he can to fight his way out when it becomes necessary.
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An honest one, as far as he can tell, which is something.
What she's telling him seems impossible, but there's no hint of a lie in her eyes. A few years, the Machine would have seemed impossible, Samaritan would have seemed impossible, but John trusts Harold, he trusts the Machine, and it seems it's time for him to trust Karen. At least until he can get in touch with someone, Lionel or Finch or even Root at this point.
"Darrow," he says to confirm what he's been told. "I've come from New York in the middle of winter to a city I've never heard of in the middle of summer. And no one knows how." It occurs to him this is a Samaritan's doing, that she might be an agent, one of Greer's, but if that's the case his cover is long blown. He'll do what he can to fight his way out when it becomes necessary.