[Stubbornly, Caitlyn continues to pull, working with Vander and Vi. Her jaw is set in grim determination, eyes flashing with anger as she casts around for some sighn of progress.]
Nor am I. But what choice do we have?
[She doesn't exactly want to lose a finger, or something. Memories are even less on the menu, if she can help it.]
no subject
Nor am I. But what choice do we have?
[She doesn't exactly want to lose a finger, or something. Memories are even less on the menu, if she can help it.]