"I know," Karen says, something almost fond in her expression as she looks across the table at him, the menu in front of her temporarily all but forgotten. "And I do. I trust you." It's a simple enough statement, but for her, it's saying a lot, too. There haven't been many people of late she's been able to say that about. Even with the things he left out when they met, the false name he gave her, the things she suspects she still doesn't know, though, she thinks she trusts him maybe more than anyone else she's met here. It isn't like she doesn't have secrets of her own, after all. She won't begrudge him his, nor will they stop her from thinking that he would be the first person she'd go to if she needed someone.

That there's more to it than just trust, that she cares about him more than she ever could have expected when she found him that day on the beach, she doesn't think she needs to say. Chances are, it's apparent enough, anyway.

She laughs quietly, a way of deflecting a little, of not getting too serious. "Though you might regret saying that one day. I've been told that I... tend to attract trouble. Or the other way around."