Hearing that it was at least someone familiar relieved Karen a little bit, but she was still trying to get over the whole someone else in Nick's body thing.

"Probably when I drag Nick out of there," she said, managing half a smile. It was weird, talking about Nick like he wasn't there when she was still talking to him.

When her eyes drifted down to his lap, she cleared her throat and turned away, looking over the edge of the bed for any clothes. Luckily Nick's shirt was pretty close, and she quickly pulled it on and stepped out of bed. It was probably for the best. "How about we get you dressed?"