He doesn't have to wait long. Kamala's had a productive few days. She's been working on replenishing the energy she missed out on during her fast, testing her powers wherever she can find privacy and space (the family rooms) to make sure they still work as they should, and trying to get in touch with people she's ignored during this mess. There's no law stating they have to see each other every day. She realizes belatedly that the loneliness she feels isn't only from being the only person of her faith here. She missed him a lot.

How's it going? The message is already typed out as she makes her out to the hall. She leans down to pet Max as he undoubtedly types up an answer for her.