"You fixing on a change of occupation then? Anything in particular you setting your sights on, or is it a mite too soon t0 tell?"
Karen nodded her head, reckoning she could see some sort of wisdom mixed up with that concern. Especially in the midst of the little one present, and she began to gravely suspect that her willpower might not hold up for very much longer. All of that bravely soldier's facade was well and useful most days, but it had its weak points.
"What do you think?" She knelt down and turned her attention to Charlie, who was busy laughing and smiling and being oblivious to the hustle and bustle all around them. Life could still be simple for the innocent few such as him, and for that at least Karen could be grateful. (Her heart gave a brief, wistful tug; in another life somewhere, this scene before her could nearly have been her own.)