Karen just watched her for a few moments, reading the surprise on her face when she was done with her story.

When she finally spoke, Karen was chewing on the inside of her cheek pretty hard. "What do you mean, to know about his mother? What does she have to do with this?" Her voice sounded a bit agitated, but only because she was freaking out, and a bit worried, and scared.

"Wait, you said train me? In what? Like, to protect myself? I know how to shoot a gun, I told you that when I met you," she said softly, taking the rest of her drink, and downing it.