[ he says he hasn't checked, but karen watches him for a couple of moments after - trying to decide for herself if it's a lack of interest or something else. she gets the sense it is that later option, that he has something that's taken his priority spot.
interesting. karen files that away for later, as well as whatever else she... well, she doesn't see anything there, exactly. but if there's one thing she knows about people, it's that their stories- the real ones- are usually tucked back away behind the bravado, the calm. something tells her logan is one of those people, but she'll have to check later to make sure.
for now- she follows him into the store, watches him check the shelves with a kind of practiced look, like he does know what he's doing here. karen wonders if he's a local, if he's from here or if he wound up here like she had, however that was. however it happened. karen can't let herself start falling down that rabbit hole just yet, so instead she starts looking through more of the shelves. reaches in for what she'd thought might be a towel of some kind, and then promptly decides to leave it where it is once she's touched it.
his voice draws her eyes back to him, leaning up against the pillar, and her brow lifts just a little bit. ] I'm guessing you mean before the med tent and the masked loan shark. [ she wanders down the aisle, checking through a couple of stacks of things, picking up some essentials as she finds them. ]
New York. [ she says after a moment. ] Hell's Kitchen. [ another moment, as she picks something up and looks it over before setting it back down. ] You?
[ it isn't so much that karen't noticed it, not yet at least, but it is worth noting that the sheer normalcy of this exchange is making her feel better. something grounding about him, and how nonplussed he is about the entire ordeal.
it makes karen feel a little less like she's a single gust of wind away from shattering. which is nice- given her day so far. ]
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interesting. karen files that away for later, as well as whatever else she... well, she doesn't see anything there, exactly. but if there's one thing she knows about people, it's that their stories- the real ones- are usually tucked back away behind the bravado, the calm. something tells her logan is one of those people, but she'll have to check later to make sure.
for now- she follows him into the store, watches him check the shelves with a kind of practiced look, like he does know what he's doing here. karen wonders if he's a local, if he's from here or if he wound up here like she had, however that was. however it happened. karen can't let herself start falling down that rabbit hole just yet, so instead she starts looking through more of the shelves. reaches in for what she'd thought might be a towel of some kind, and then promptly decides to leave it where it is once she's touched it.
his voice draws her eyes back to him, leaning up against the pillar, and her brow lifts just a little bit. ] I'm guessing you mean before the med tent and the masked loan shark. [ she wanders down the aisle, checking through a couple of stacks of things, picking up some essentials as she finds them. ]
New York. [ she says after a moment. ] Hell's Kitchen. [ another moment, as she picks something up and looks it over before setting it back down. ] You?
[ it isn't so much that karen't noticed it, not yet at least, but it is worth noting that the sheer normalcy of this exchange is making her feel better. something grounding about him, and how nonplussed he is about the entire ordeal.
it makes karen feel a little less like she's a single gust of wind away from shattering. which is nice- given her day so far. ]