Abernathy? Noah pretended not to notice the change in name. He assumed she was married now, although no ring shined (shone?) from her finger. He just smiled. "Fucking with other people's heads is much more taxing than some think," he said in response. Of course, in reality, Noah slept fine. He hadn't thought about Cait in.. who knows how long. He just liked to act like a dick - and see how people reacted.
She didn't seem to have changed much, though. (Noah couldn't actually judge, given the length of their interaction had been about five minutes at this point.) Not only had her appearance remained constant, so, it appeared, had her personality. Very interesting.
Vaguely, Noah wondered what had happened in Cait's life for her to have not changed - and for her to be in the City. He felt that he was quite different from the Noah that lived on Frye Island. Yes, there were parts of him (like the part that liked bullshitting other people) that were still there, same as ever, but - he felt different. Perhaps Cait felt different too. Maybe he was more like her than he thought. Shifting his daughter on his hip, Noah bit his lip (he had trouble when he couldn't have a cigarette to quell his oral fixation).