[Caitlyn looks back at the sound of the familiar voice, her eyebrow arching slightly. She hadn't noticed Jinx, and she'd be lying if her gloved hand didn't stray nearer to the pistol she'd acquired and hidden inside her jacket. But what point was that? It'd just end with Jinx coming back, and she wasn't quite ready to start going after shards...

So, petty is as petty does.]

I suppose that must just be you, unfortunately. All I smell is flowers and a nice breeze. Have you perhaps forgotten to wash your upper lip this fine evening?

[Continuing inside, Cait pauses in front of some rose bushes, studying the delicate flowers and wondering just how they're growing in this state of perpetual night. Not a care in the world.]