"Of fuckin' course." Sarcasm was rising, now, a familiar weapon that Cait had had to put in the closet, along with any sense of individuality or pride as a mutant, for the better part of the last year. To be fair, she'd have to admit that at least a part of the flare of anger wasn't actually directed at Dominic - but, at the moment, Cait didn't really give a damn.
"Right. I'll just head out, come back in a few hours, day or two, however long it'll take for you to be in a better place for bitchin' me out. A'course - just let me know when it'll be convenient for you."