Cait's fingers closed around the glass he set in front of her. She took a sip, smiled at it's potency and then mimicked his shrugging. "Yeah. Got off at about....five, maybe." It was different every day. Dr. Evans kept a set schedule, but sometimes Cait bunked off early-- especially if there was nothing to do, or no one to see. Mostly, she was just a glorified secretary, anyways. So it didn't really matter.
"My birthday is coming up, you know. Won't have to sneak in here anymore."