"Where's my booze? All I got was shampoo and paper— Which, let's be clear, I am very grateful for," Karen says, adding the last bit both toward the ceiling and into her wrist device before she looks back to Kira.

"I guess that's true. I didn't really think about it that much until..." She makes a vague motion Kira's way and then drops her hand. "For a long time, I was focused just on getting out." But if she's not really her, if she was grown in a lab for some asshole's entertainment, what's the point?

"We should make something with those magic peaches," she adds, preferring to pull the conversation back to the safer realm of questionable inebriation.