"I hate it," Karen quietly bites out, frowning down at her coffee. "Like we didn't feel helpless here enough."

And, well, that isn't really the sort of thing she's supposed to admit to Frank, just because Frank worries about her enough as it is. It really doesn't help that she can't tell him why she feels so helpless, either — Would never risk sending him into an existential crisis like she's had to shoulder herself since that day she and Kira met. He takes on enough, would take on everything from everybody if he could, she thinks — The same sort of personal penance as Matt, just a different shade of red.