Though it's probably awful, under the circumstances, there's a small part of Karen that's relieved to hear that. It would be preferable, of course, if Harold were still here, no matter what it took to get him back, but there's an odd sort of reassurance in knowing he looked for that long, that he had to be sure. Given her own tendency to get in over her head, to stumble into trouble at every possible turn, it's nice to think that he might do the same for her if she ever went missing. It's one of the things she's liked best about working with John and Harold, in fact, knowing that there are people who'll have her back without trying to talk her out of whatever she might have gotten herself into.

"Of course you did," she says, soft, resting her chin against his shoulder for a moment. He doesn't seem hurt, at least, not seriously and not that she can see, which comes as a relief. "And there was nothing?"