It's been a long couple of weeks, or at least it seems like it, and Karen has been scattered as a result, going back and forth between one Darrow and the other, trying to find out as much as she can and to make some sense of everything, as if there's any logic in a portal to another fucking universe opening up. If anyone is going to figure out any answers, she's sure it won't be her, but futility has certainly never stopped her before. There's no reason for it to now.

She's heading back to her apartment, a much-needed coffee in one hand and a messenger bag holding both notes and her laptop slung over her shoulder when she sees John. Tired or not, she can't help but smile, warm and genuinely pleased. "Hey," she says. "I'm good, I'm good. How are you? What's going on?"