Caitlyn braces her hands on her knees again. She's mostly recovered from her near-drowning experience, but she's not used to all this. Swimming in a filthy canal, nearly drowning, pulling boats around, being pulled around by boats. She's in good physical shape but there's a difference between running through the woods on a clear day and... all this.

"Perhaps if I took a running leap, I could land in it." Or, more likely, overshoot or undershoot and wind up in the canal again. But she's running out of ideas.