"I think Mark is probably tired of seeing me at this point," Karen admits with a soft huff of laughter, a little white cloud in the chilly air. "I was gifted some notebooks by the powers that be not too long after I got here, and I've been taking notes on anything he'll give me." It's an unbelievablt resource really, when held against the circumstances. She only wishes she felt like it actually mattered.

Bracing a hand carefully against the edge of the crack and intensely aware of the icicles above, Karen leans into the darkness a little. Her eyes start to adjust, but there's nothing to see yet.

"I don't know," she replies, stepping back. "This wasn't on my list today, so I'm playing by ear."