She reaches for the bottle of aspirin, first lining up the edges of the childproof cap before popping it off. Caitlin shakes out two of the pills and tosses them back, gulping down the water to wash them down. Hopefully, it'll help because she hates feeling like this.

She exhales out of her nose, an amused little huff. "I wish they would have told me beforehand. I could have put on a wetsuit, packed a bag." But when people are kidnapped, they don't get much advanced notice. It seems that would defeat the purpose of a kidnapping.

The sight of the french press helps her perk up a little. Coffee. Yes, god, coffee would be great. She lifts her eyes to look at him. To really look at him.

"Central City," she answers plainly. No qualifiers. No state or country. Everyone knows Central City. "What about you?"