Karen would agree with that assessment about Fisk. He was definitely more dangerous, because he didn't have a whole lot to lose with being in prison. He was still running things, that didn't stop. Nothing would stop until he was dead. And even then, someone else would just take his place. That was the thing about shitty people. There was always someone else. Hopefully they wouldn't have to deal with that for a long while, even if she knew eventually they would have to.
"I can only imagine the kind of place you were holed up in with Micro," she said, wrinkling her nose. Guys who did the computer thing usually stayed in the basement. Not that she was judging or anything. She knew they had to be on the low. "I'm happy to have you here," she said honestly. Not just because then she would know where he was and wouldn't worry about him, but because she actually enjoyed his company.
She glanced over at the television. "Want to watch? Or are you tired? I can let you go to bed if you want or.. we could.. I have board games." She shrugged. "I don't have a lot of company usually."