In the weeks since her arrival at the prison, Phoebe had been busy with helping people deal with various emotional situations, and also helping the other witches figure out what was going on. Her biggest regret so far was that Bonnie hadn't come to her before casting the spell that had resulted in so many regressing to their teenage years. Having done that to herself once before, Phoebe would have possibly been able to help prevent it from happening, but at least she'd been able to help fix it. Not for the first time, she wished her sisters were there. She'd often thought, in the past year, that if she, Piper, and Paige could just get together, they might somehow manage to come up with a solution to the zombie virus outbreak. It wouldn't be the first time they'd affected something on a global scale with magic, anyway.
As she made her way from the showers to her cell, combing out her hair, Phoebe stopped when a voice suddenly entered her mind, blinking in surprise. While she was an empath and often got premonitions of the future, telepathy was a little new, and after he finished, she shook her head with a faint smile. "Guess I'm going out, today." In her cell, the witch grabbed a small messenger bag in which she had a few various spell ingredients - candles, herbs, a few potions, as well as a knife and gun - then tugged on her hiking boots - stylish and comfortable.
A few minutes later, she was stepping outside and waving off the sentries, and when she moved out of the gate, the 5'2" brunette flashed a bright smile at Malachi, shaking her head lightly. "It's nice to meet you face to face, but I could have saved you the trouble of coming and just met you somewhere."