Things have been strange lately, even more so than is usual for Darrow. More specifically, things have been different. Something happened at midnight, and she knows there are plenty of other people who've been affected, but where she's concerned, it leaves her a little dazed when she thinks about it. For years now, both in Darrow and before she ever arrived here, she's watched and been fascinated by and even sometimes been saved by people with abilities that go beyond what would usually be considered human. Karen never imagined that she would be one of them herself.

Mostly, she hasn't done anything about it. When it comes to so-called vigilante justice, her stance is a fairly clear one, but even she knows better sometimes than to go rushing headlong into trouble that she might not be able to handle. She barely knows what it is she can do, after all, and might have no way of gauging if she's in over her head before it's too late.

That changes in the span of an instant when John is in trouble.

She hadn't even meant to be here, or at least hadn't expected to stumble upon a scene like this. When she sees John go down through the window, though, Karen barely even thinks about her newfound, hopefully temporary abilities. She crosses the street in a few quick strides, flings open the door, and throws the assailant with the length of pipe across the room like he weighs next to nothing. In that moment, he seems to. "Alright," she says, holding out a hand to help John up. "Who's next?"