[Caitlyn bites back a snippy retort, because his own snippiness is growing old. But he's just a kid, and she can't imagine the stress of having such a dangerous and powerful magic, power, or whatever. She's going to give a little more benefit of the doubt.]

I have no idea who that is. But I am a detective of sorts. [She pauses again, feeling a little more guilty and definitely glad she didn't snap back at him.]

It was an accident, wasn't it? That boxing glove must've knocked off your glasses. You couldn't have known that would happen. And no one was hurt. So no harm done. It's alright. You don't have to punish yourself over it.