She caught the lighter and almost threw it back at his retreating form. Then Karen got up to leave, and her fist clenched around the lighter and her brows tightened and she felt the knot in her stomach lurch and grow more intense. She looked apologetically at the other two, before she focused it on her drinking. Nodding vaguely at the red-head's suggestion. "I will," she sounded meek even to her own ears, but as she brought a shaking glass to her lips and drank, she couldn't help but scold herself internally at how she had said everything. But the hand tightened around the glass and she looked at Zenigata, forcing herself to smile.

"I apologize that this didn't turn out as well as it could've."