[There's less tension in the both of them, the lines of their bodies not as angled as when they first met. Even so, none of this is easy. Markus notes the doubt and self-consciousness creeping into her words, all of it accentuated with the dip of Kara's head.]

I know what that feels like. To be unmoored from a purpose. [Ripped straight out of the hands of a burgeoning revolution, to a future unknown, in a body that wasn't his. Markus can indeed relate.] I can't say that you'll ever forget it, knowing what you left behind.

[A shade at their backs, following all they do in this world. Markus looks out across the city block, at the green interspersed against brick and mortar.]

But it isn't all so bad, if we have to stay here for a little while. I think all of us are flirting with the idea of personhood and what to do with it, away from Detroit.

[He's silent for a moment, then-] No one will kick you out of the safehouse. You don't need to worry about that. But if you need a place, my apartment is small, but you're more than welcome to stay for as long as needed. If you don't mind sharing a space with myself and Connor.

[Though-] North's a friend of mine; she's one of us, too. [He isn't certain if she's met her or not.] Maybe you could ask what her plans are.