"I mean, you're okay," Karen says with a shrug, her smile suggesting something a little more than that. If not for his question, she'd wonder about how it sounds, if it gives the wrong impression or crosses some sort of line — they're friends, after all, and she doesn't want him to think that she's got any other ideas about what this is — but with his response, she doesn't think twice about it. She cares about him; of course she does. If anything, they way they met all but guaranteed that, and everything that's happened since has only added to it.

She listens carefully, her head propped up in one hand, her fascination apparent in her expression. It still sounds crazy, but crazy is normal now in the world she came from, and anyway, it sounds incredible, too, that something could have that kind of capability, that someone she knows could have made it. She's liked Harold when she's spoken to him, but there's obviously a lot that she hasn't been made aware of before now. "That's... amazing."