"Is that why you're telling me all of this now?" Karen asks, head tipping to the side, her expression curious. He'd said there was a reason for his bringing it up, and for all that she'd have been glad to listen and take in whatever he had to say, recognizing that his talking about it in the first place must be a pretty big deal, it's hard not to wonder what that reason might be, why he's chosen to tell her and why now. Maybe it's just as simple as his not having found any sign of this Samaritan in Darrow. Simple doesn't really seem to be a word that applies to any of this, and she'd be surprised if this were an exception. "Because it's not here?"

She sips her coffee, glancing over to make sure the waitress isn't yet on her way back. This doesn't seem like the sort of thing they'd want to have overheard, even with the probability of John not being in any danger here, something she can only believe is the case given that he's talking to her about it somewhere public. It may be fairly quiet here, but they are still out in the open, and from the sound of it, this is a bigger deal — more risky — than what he told her about his life the last time they were here.