Karen keeps shrinking as she gets into her car; her voice sounds a little higher and less mature. Soon her body looks like it did when she was fourteen. The shirt under the jacket seems to move on its own just a bit, pulling itself off of the pin of her badge so that it falls off. Her belt starts turning into cloth and dropping anything--taser, gun, and so on--that it was holding, and then moves almost like a snake up her body to wrap itself loosely around her neck, becoming wider and longer and turning colors to red and white stripes, which makes it a scarf.
The rapid changes to her body begin to slow down, like a train that's getting close to its next stop. Her chest slowly flattens, the bra that was holding it up disappearing, and she stops at a physical age just on the cusp of puberty, but not quite there. While the last signs of maturity melt from her body,
Karen nonetheless feels a small touch of optimism, like something might turn out okay. It isn't really enough to offset the shock of her present condition, but it might resurface later on.
Several of the people who were watching her shake their heads or rub their eyes like they can't believe what they've seen. Some decide they've hallucinated and resolve to put it completely out of their minds. A few onlookers remain, but they can't quite see her. If there's anything good about her present size, it's that sinking down in the car seat prevents people from seeing her unless they get close to the door.
The woman next to Carter chuckles, but she does get up. "If it took you this long to notice me, I'd say the overseer will take at least a few minutes." She points toward one of Carter's coworkers, who seems to be looking in his direction but doesn't react to her presence. "Anyway, I wanted to give you this." She reaches into her left glove with her right hand and pulls out a red ribbon about three inches long as she speaks, and offers the end of it she isn't holding on to in his general direction.