Kara shivers a bit, not unhappily, not -- not anything negative, just from basic sensation. There are times when her scars ache, when any contact feels twice as distinct as touch anywhere else, and there are times when, no matter what's been going on previously, she just doesn't expect contact.

She nods slowly, trying to convince herself of the truth (she trusts Sara, just not herself). "I want, I want both," she admits. "I'll come with you. I don't want..." A shrug that explains everything.