Now that the crisis has been averted, Caroline feels the cold sweep over her in a delayed reaction. Between the Dementors and the effort of casting a Patronus, she feels a little ill. A Patronus is a hefty spell, and it's not quite lunchtime, so she's done it on an empty stomach. Great. If only she had some chocolate, but oh well.

She tucks her wand back into its holder and turns to look at the two men. Nygma seems all right, but the little octopus looks unhappy. "Would a warming charm help him any?" She's not sure if it would interfere with whatever else he's cast on Aristotle or even be much good for an octopus, but. Sully looks rough, though. Rough enough that she'll go along with his comment instead of being annoyed. "And yet people continue to fuck with me," she says in a long suffering voice, spreading her hands in a gesture of disbelief.