Reaching her hand out and placing it on his arm, Karen says, "Anthony, something is bothering you.  I know it, don't deny it.  What is it?  You're going to get yourself, and probably me too, killed the way you've been acting.  Tell me."  Her voice was soft and comforting, friendly even, instead of the growl she adopted to sound tough.  Karen stared at him, waiting for him to answer, no longer looking like some assassin or soldier but looking at him like she was a friend.