[ karen's thought about it too, stared at the android in the hut she spent the first night in all night long. where they came from, who they were, what, or how- thomas was another conversation entirely, something that she has already been through the process of working herself up over and then convincing herself to stop thinking about. every now and then she'll catch a thought, or a question, or see a photo tucked into a bag that makes her pause, makes her uncomfortable, but then she'll generally find something that keeps her going.

like, for now, seeing logan's soft crooked smile. she lingers on it for a little bit, even when she knows he can probably tell, and it's only when he mentions how she still owes him something good does she shake her head. ]

We just got started. Don't tell me you're already bored.

[ not that she waits for his answer on that end, walking with him to the next room and - when they find the door won't open - steps aside to let him shove it open. her eyes linger a bit on the three bodies, trying to figure out how, or why, or what happened, what could have- no. she shakes her head. no that's not where she wants to be thinking. ]

You never know- he could be a very fashionable account. Or his... roommates. Could have been. [ she snorts a little, stepping over the rest of them to start looking for where the clothes had been put away. a couple of minutes later she pulls out what looks like a matching linen suit, holding it up and - to her credit - holding a pretty serious looking expression for a moment, and then a moment later. ] See- accountants can have style too.