What he's describing doesn't sound quite like Fisk's people — he'd been too set on running Hell's Kitchen to look beyond New York — but it's what Karen thinks of all the same, and with that being the case, it's not hard to know what to do here. It isn't really hard to find an answer, either. She doesn't know enough about Darrow yet to say anything with certainty, but the things she'd been seeing back home, they don't seem to be happening here now, and she thinks she can, at least, tell him that much without risking it being a lie. If she thought he were going to be in danger, she would tell him that much. There'd be no reason to do otherwise.

"That won't happen," she tells him, a quiet certainty in her voice. "I... I can't promise you that they're not here, but I haven't heard about anything like that, and either way, you won't be getting into something you won't walk away from. I'll make sure of that." She'd lied to protect Grotto from Frank, before she knew Frank Castle the man and not just the Punisher, and if necessary, she'll lie for him, too. It's not much, it may do little to help him if things are as dangerous as he says, but she thinks it might at least be better than nothing.

In the distance, she can hear the sound of sirens and lets out a breath like she's been holding it, relieved. "Alright?"