[Caitlyn's not had much fight in her, not without a rifle, but she'd kicked and yelled all the same. Since arriving though, she'd adopted a more calculating and quiet stance. What else would she be doing? She's a fighter, but her weapon has always been more her mind than anything else.
Being pushed out of a cart, shoved into a press of people wearing similar garb, she stumbles into place, looking wildly around to take in her surroundings. She's tall, blessedly, Enough to see over most people...and her temper flares for a moment when she sees someone else in the group. Moving with purpose now, she slips through the crowd in as orderly a fashion as possible, trying to avoid notice. Upon reaching her goal, she reaches out, taking Jayce by the hand.]
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Being pushed out of a cart, shoved into a press of people wearing similar garb, she stumbles into place, looking wildly around to take in her surroundings. She's tall, blessedly, Enough to see over most people...and her temper flares for a moment when she sees someone else in the group. Moving with purpose now, she slips through the crowd in as orderly a fashion as possible, trying to avoid notice. Upon reaching her goal, she reaches out, taking Jayce by the hand.]
It's me. Hey. Any idea where the hell we are?