"Any time." Her own smile was softer, colored by a sadness rooted in having seen this many times before. Each time it was somewhat different - a unique cause for every individual, each with his or her own way of dealing with it - but ultimately it was the same soul-deep suffering that all too often haunted these halls.
"I mean it." Karin reached into the breast pocket of her scrubs, finding a small scrap of paper nestled within. She found a pen in another pocket. Leaning down, she pressed pen to paper atop her slim thigh, scratching out her mobile number in pale grey strokes. "Lean on the people who know you first. I'm sure they'll want to be there for you, whatever you're going through. But if you ever need someone else..." She looked up, slipping the pen back into her pocket, handing the slip of paper to Kami. "I'm usually pretty easy to get ahold of."