That had been her worry, when she'd first arrived and found out that he hadn't experienced things up to the point that she had: that they would never be on the same page, or have the same level of... trust and closeness as before. He might've missed out on only a short period of time, but it had certainly been... eventful, to say the least.

Now, she feels like her worries have been put to rest. But maybe she shouldn't be so surprised—Cal is still Cal, after all.

"Not broken, no," she says wryly, if somewhat mysteriously, leaning her hip against the edge of the worktable. "I assume you were afraid to come closer to me." Now she's not even trying to hide that she's teasing him, one side of her mouth quirking up.