[ Caitlin grows tenser visibly the closer Dorian gets, eyes wider and wider, her arms clutching her legs even tighter. She feels like just burying her face against her knees, but that would leave her too open, too vulnerable. There's enough sense left in her to try and have some self-preservation instinct in there somewhere, even if Zoom taking her proved that there was little she could really do to protect herself.
His lack of tact goes unnoticed. Her line of thinking doesn't even involve herself much; it's a constant stream of needing to get back, get home, warn Cisco and Harry. ]
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His lack of tact goes unnoticed. Her line of thinking doesn't even involve herself much; it's a constant stream of needing to get back, get home, warn Cisco and Harry. ]
How do I get home? I need to get home. Now.