Karen doesn't want to say it, thankfully doesn't feel like she needs to say it, although it's hanging there between them: This is not the first version of Kira to be here. She hadn't know the old one so she can't speak to any differences, subtle or otherwise, anything that might give away which is the original or which is the first, if that's even a thing.

If they are in the Matrix, though, which seems scarily plausible the longer she's here, it makes as much sense that the same Kira would just be... well, rebooted. Waste not, want not. She can't decide if that's comforting.

Sighing, she scrubs a hand over her face and then just sits for a long moment, her gaze shifting idly from the control panel in the room back to the cooler.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, because— You know what I do for a living," she finally says, and lifts a knowing look to Kira. "But if people haven't come to this conclusion on their own yet, and I'm kind of thinking most of them haven't, then we don't need to be the ones telling them. Not yet." People like Mark who wouldn't be completely freaked out by the mere concept, sure. But the average person who is just trying to survive day-to-day? Having half the village emotionally comatose would probably not be helpful.