"I mean, you were pretty paranoid when you got here," Karen points out, her head tipping to the side, smile warm, teasing. "No offense. So, yeah, I think you probably would have found it by now." She still only just barely understands it, but it’s fascinating even so to listen to him talk about it, to imagine what having to worry about that on a regular basis must be like. Harrowing, sure — Hell’s Kitchen had its own share of dangers, but nothing quite like that — but interesting to hear about even so.

For so long, he told her so little about himself and where he came from. Now that that’s changing, it’s hard not to savor it.

"But that’s, you know. Good to know, with what we’re gonna be doing."