John nods at Karen, then steps to the side slightly, putting himself between the two of them. He doesn't really believe Root would shoot Karen, not without provocation, but he also doesn't want to run the risk of accidentally doing something that would provoke her. And if it happens, he wants to be in the line of fire, not Karen.
"Root, we're not in New York. You shot the lock off my front door, expecting it to be something else, but all that is gone. All of it. The Machine. Samaritan. Harold. It's gone."
There is so much they'll need to explain to her and he knows Karen will be more useful in that moment, able to fill in the blanks of anything he misses because he's so surprised to see a familiar face after all this time.
"I know you probably just saw me," he says. "And I know it sounds impossible, but I've been here for three years."
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Date: 2019-06-30 09:13 pm (UTC)"Root, we're not in New York. You shot the lock off my front door, expecting it to be something else, but all that is gone. All of it. The Machine. Samaritan. Harold. It's gone."
There is so much they'll need to explain to her and he knows Karen will be more useful in that moment, able to fill in the blanks of anything he misses because he's so surprised to see a familiar face after all this time.
"I know you probably just saw me," he says. "And I know it sounds impossible, but I've been here for three years."