Carrie didn't even jump at his sudden approach. She'd lived with him long enough that she was getting very used to him suddenly appearing or disappearing. He especially liked to leave a room silently when her back was turned. She always found it mildly annoying. "It's not just me, then? I swear Bruce has been-" She looked him up and down, "What happened to the rest of your costume?" Not that she was complaining about naked Dick Grayson, but really, it was too cold to be uncovered for long. He also looked tired, but she bit that comment back. She was sure she looked pretty haggard, herself.
"I thought you didn't believe in vacations. After all that crap you gave me about London... which, okay, I'll admit you turned out to be right." Carrie still didn't like hospitals.
There was a voice in the distance that was growing louder. "Crazy, ten o'clock, Dickwing," Carrie warned. "I got him." The crazy was still a little while off, but from the sound of him (her?) - all the swears and the talk of a mad Arab - this was one of the dangerous crazies that were running around the city.