Lou rolled her eyes at the pneumonia line but smiled to soften it. It was a little too soon for humor with her, but she knew it well as a defense so she let it be.
"Things are," there was a slight pause, "alright." It wasn't a lie but it didn't feel like the truth either. Quickly she added, "Better." That one rang with sincerity. She couldn't tell how much he'd guessed about the subject she'd half-brought up with him a couple times before until she chickened out each time. Talking to Justice had helped, but there weren't a whole lot of reasons a single woman starts asking an officer about when she would be allowed to defend herself and when she wouldn't. At the time, it had stung that he'd focused in on reminders to mind her temper, though she couldn't blame him given how she'd been behaving. To her, it'd felt like he thought the priority was protecting the male public from her and not the other way around.
Lucy took a sip of the water bottle she'd brought with her to class. It was almost empty. It gave her a moment to drag herself back out of her mental tangle. "What about you? Hope the cases weren't anything too interesting." Interesting would be bad in his line of work. And probably confidential, so she switched the topic so he wouldn't think she was prying. "How're the kids?"