"Seriously?" Mark asked, as soon as the screen faded into a cut scene, the controller momentarily abandoned on his lap as he glanced Karen's way, tilting his head as he tried to imagine how else she would have busied herself. There's not too much that he knows about her, granted. Holding her to the expectation that her skills and motivation in life align well with the island doesn't make sense in the slightest. Still, it comes to him as a surprise. "I kind of assumed that you were the heavily involved type. What'd you do back home?"