Karen leans in as much as she's able, canting her head in an effort to get a better line of sight, her upper temple pressed against the glass. "Yes," she confirms, quickly, breathlessly, eyes sweeping from one vial to the next until they at last snag on 'KP.'

"What's your last name?" she asks, hair whipping over her shoulder as she turns to Kira. Before he can even answer, she's got her pack off and is pulling it open, rummaging hastily for the notebook she tucked inside.