Modest though she's inclined to be, Karen also knows he's not entirely wrong. It's how she fell into journalism in the first place, this knack she's developed for getting to the bottom of truths, finding out information that others might not want her to, driven forward by curiosity when all else fails. It's still instinctive to want to downplay any sense of that, when what John is talking about seems to be on a much bigger, more important scale than anything she's done thus far, but then, she's not sure that's true, either. There have always been lives at stake: those Fisk was willing to roll over in his attempts to gain more power, Frank Castle, even her own. She's only ever been that much more driven for it.

It's still strange to consider that she might somehow be useful to them in that regard, but she doesn't think he would be saying all of this if it weren't true. The whole idea is too important for that. It's people's lives that they're talking about, that they're planning to entrust her with, to some extent. The thought is as daunting as it is thrilling, and, in a lot of ways, what she's chosen to devote herself to doing anyway.

"Well, whatever I can do to help," she says, choosing her words carefully, though there's just a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "I'd be glad to. You can count me in."