For a moment, Caitlyn fears she's going to be sick, but she swallows the bile rising at the back of her throat, forces herself to take a breath in, and nods stiffly.

"Yes. Did you--" She hears the gunshot again, but this time it isn't a magical vision shown to her by the stairs, it's just in her head. Make her go away. Head ringing, she leans over again, hands braced on her knees, fingers gripping the fabric of her trousers so hard it hurts. "Did you see the same thing I did?"

That's interesting, if he did. It's useful. It's something to focus on other than--

"Was it a red-haired woman with a gun?"