Fiddling with the rosary around her neck, Karen watched the girl that Smoker kept so close. She could see why, too. Everything Karen couldn't be. Cute. Adorable. Tiny like that. Useful.

Clearing her throat, Karen looked back at Zenigata and smiled faintly, tilting her head as she moved forward. "Why thank you." She said quietly. "I hope you're doing well, Mr. Zenigata?"