Colleen came over everyday since the gala to check in on both Danny and her father, mostly Danny who'd been in really bad shape when she and Misty brought him home. She hadn't seen him since, though, reluctantly taking Lee's advice and leaving Danny to his solitude. He needed time to heal, she understood, but she also knew he was wallowing, and it didn't stop her from hanging around, hoping to catch him out of his dojo. If Lee hadn't sent her home, Colleen might've still stubbornly been there.
Later this morning, she came back with coffee for Lee, mostly to appease him for her diligence, this was the most he'd seen of his daughter in a long time, and Colleen knew he'd preferred it if she checked up on him much less. She let herself into the penthouse and automatically headed for the study before she heard the television and veered into the living room, smiling wryly at the man on the couch. "I was getting worried," she half-joked, taking a seat beside him, one leg tucked beneath her as she leaned against the backrest. "You're looking better," she observed. "How're you feeling?"