Well, well, well.
Would you look who it is. {Caitlin raises an eyebrow, left corner of her lips lifting in one of her typical crooked smirks} I can't say I'm surprised to see you here. Suspected you'd come around eventually. Little Cohen was getting awfully sad. And here I was, just beginning to think you'd fallen off the face of the Earth. {Caitlin takes a sip from her coffee, clad in her uniform yet again despite the fact that they'd just been fighting not so long before -- granted, she had gone in to hand in some files, but in the midst of the hurricane that was her apartment, she couldn't seem to find any other acceptably clean laundry. She eyes up Zachariah, not capable of seeing any startling wounds, so she looks back to his face.} Managed to get yourself roughed up, hm?