[ karen looks just as bedraggled, her usual curls tagged down by gravity and seawater and the sleeveless black dress on her figure starting to crust over with salt. not a great look, all things considered, but she seems in good enough cheer (at least outwardly) as she crouches down to hold out one hand to the cluster of dragons surrounding them. ]

Mm, maybe if we find something to distract them with? They're almost like little children...

[ overly enthusiastic, single-minded in their determination... she peers up at her companion, some of her smile fading. ]

Were you in a fight before you arrived here?

[ with a gesture to the, well, splotchy bloodstain on her shirt. sorry, but it's just very concerning, she has to ask. ]