The compliment takes her by surprise. Her eyes are wide and vulnerable as she regards Karen. She wonders not for the first time if she's the last to know about this weird clone possibility or that they're the obviously experiments if nothing else or one of the few who does. Either way, she tries to be strong because that's what becoming Ms. Marvel and surviving Reims taught her to do when things get scary.

"I honestly don't remember." Kamala confesses gently as she takes in that vial in Karen's lap. God that is so unsettling that she almost loses focus. She brings it back if only because this is who she is when things get tough. She is Ms. Marvel: the person who truly believes the words written in a holy book that states saving one life is the same is saving all of humankind. "I know this looks really bad, but none of us are alone here. We have each other. That's why we'll win whatever sick game some creep is playing with us. We're stronger together. That's what having Frank in my life taught me."