Karla had glanced up sharply when Ino had come in, though not exactly due to old remembrances. The mind that had come in felt familiar enough, but there was something strange about it, too, something that had her Black Widow senses itching to get a closer look.

It was the black suit that gave her away. Karla had known many Turks during her tenure on the island. Even before she saw the glowing eyes that had once belonged to the girl she'd known and recognized the sheen of Mako energy, Karla knew.

"Ino?" she said, almost in disbelief. "Hell's fire and Mother Night, is it really you?"