[ Neal's smile is in place before he even turns around, that flawless defense mechanism he's perfected over the years. ]

What can I say? The FBI likes to keep track of its best consultants.

[ Neal notes Malcolm's shoes, battered as they are, and the way they contrast with what the man is wearing. So there's clothes around here to be found, at least, practical if not fashionable.

The smile turns a little more real for a moment, somehow gentler. ] Actually didn't run. [ For once. ] Did get kidnapped though, so it's a bit of a trade-off.

[ He offers Malcolm one of his (still very cold) hands. ] Neal Caffrey. You look like you belong here about as much as I do.