Karena squares up to him, her face blank. "Does it matter? That was a mistake," she says in a monotone voice, referring to grabbing her, joining the Soviets, and possibly for her to let him in, and twists her wrist out of his grip. She continues to walk on.
Karena stops, and swallows. "You want to know my problem? I finally open myself to someone and they turn out to be friends with an enemy. You know what, forget it. It clearly doesn't matter," her voice is soft but clear.