The way he touches her, his fingers against her back, seems so easy, so natural, that Karen doesn't fully register it until they're at the table and she's seated across from him, like it takes the absence of his hand there to draw attention to its presence at all. She's not sure why it matters, anyway — just like their being here, there's no reason why it should mean anything — except that it's nice to feel good like this around someone, at ease even in spite of the question he asks and the answer she knows she can't give.

Sometimes she thinks she could tell him everything and he would understand, unlike Matt and Foggy back home, who never would have. With what she knows about John, it almost doesn't seem fair to keep so much to herself. After so long, though, not even discussing with Ben and Ellison what they found out about her, she isn't sure how to, or where to start. Maybe some things are just better kept buried.

"I just needed a fresh start," she says, since it isn't like that's not true. People come to the city for all sorts of reasons, and she'd be willing to bet that that's chief among them. "To get out of the middle of nowhere and set out on my own somewhere. I always knew where I grew up wasn't where I wanted to stay, so... New York seemed like as good a place as any."