[The food, the journey, all of it's begun to bleed together for Caitlyn. She's reeling from a number of things, mostly information overload. There's entirely too much going through her head at any given point. But, when she's offered food from a stranger, she looks up, head tilting as she studies Himeka. Strange species, but clearly unhostile, perhaps a resident of Ixtal or something?
It doesn't matter, she supposes, because any friendly face is good.]
Thank you.
[Accepting the bread, she dips her head in gratitude.]
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It doesn't matter, she supposes, because any friendly face is good.]
Thank you.
[Accepting the bread, she dips her head in gratitude.]
I'm Caitlyn.