Caitlyn does as Winter says, taking a step closer to the wall before making sure the rifle is properly set against her shoulder and exhaling softly. She has no idea what's coming, but with the gun in her hand she feels much more self-assured than she ever does without it. Whatever it is, she's sure she can handle it.

The slapping sound is getting louder. She exhales again, finger gently resting against the trigger, waiting to see what comes out of the alley.