[ooc: feel free to have Neal sense her negative emotions!]
Caitlyn didn't really know George. But plenty of people at ADI did know him well, and they must be absolutely devastated by his death. So she shows up less to mourn for herself and more to provide whatever support she can for those who may need it.
She's never been very good at gatherings, though. And instead of finding anybody who needs a hug and a shoulder to cry on, all she ends up with is a building sense of frustration that things aren't fixed, that people keep dying while the living seem trapped in a perpetual cycle of mourning their loved ones. She's been here just six months and already two people have died.
So she finds herself out back by herself, sitting on a bench, lower lip caught between her teeth as she frowns intently at nothing, fingers occasionally tapping idly against the glass of whiskey she's mostly forgotten she's holding.
She's startled out of her reverie by the door opening, and she looks up to see the man she remembers from the dream she had. The dream of another death.
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Caitlyn didn't really know George. But plenty of people at ADI did know him well, and they must be absolutely devastated by his death. So she shows up less to mourn for herself and more to provide whatever support she can for those who may need it.
She's never been very good at gatherings, though. And instead of finding anybody who needs a hug and a shoulder to cry on, all she ends up with is a building sense of frustration that things aren't fixed, that people keep dying while the living seem trapped in a perpetual cycle of mourning their loved ones. She's been here just six months and already two people have died.
So she finds herself out back by herself, sitting on a bench, lower lip caught between her teeth as she frowns intently at nothing, fingers occasionally tapping idly against the glass of whiskey she's mostly forgotten she's holding.
She's startled out of her reverie by the door opening, and she looks up to see the man she remembers from the dream she had. The dream of another death.
"Neal?" she asks softly.