It's not the sort of question that Karen is expecting, and the fact that he has to ask makes part of her wary. For most people, she imagines, that wouldn't be one of the first things to come to mind, which means there's probably a reason, and under other circumstances, she'd ask — probably insist on finding out — what it is. Right now, it doesn't seem like the time, not least because she doesn't know that she has an answer. She hasn't been to the hospital herself, insisted, in fact, that she didn't need to the night she showed up, despite the accident she'd been in not long before. Once, she might have assumed that any doctors would be trustworthy, but she's seen too much herself now to be able to take that for granted. What happened to Frank Castle would have been enough to convince her of that.

"I don't know any of them," she says, not wanting to lie just as much as she wants to be reassuring. "And I've never been there. But I haven't heard anything otherwise, and like I said, if there's anything you want me to tell them or not tell them..." Trailing off, she nods slightly, the meaning implicit. It's hard to outright say that she'll lie for him, but if that's what it takes, she will. Until she knows more, she doesn't really have any other options. Maybe his worries are warranted. Maybe he's one of the good guys. In spite of all the shit that's happened lately, she can't bring herself to assume otherwise. That's just not who she is.