Costigan entered casually, a little like he imagined it would be to visit a friend's place. The inmate closed and locked the door behind him, then followed over toward the kitchen, stuffing his hands in his pockets for the moment. He still wore his brown jacket, the lightest weight long sleeve anything he had that could be taken off and thrown on easily. Beneath that was a simple white t-shirt. Someone observant, like Dick, would probably notice that he might not have been out and about much the last few days.

"You wanted to get started, right?" That was clearly more important than talking about anything/everything else.