[Caitlyn has very good reflexes, and under normal circumstances it would be perfectly easy to simply move out of the way of Rue's swipe. But she hasn't eaten or slept in days, and her head is so foggy that by the time she's registered that Rue is slapping her hand, it's already happened.
The gun goes clattering away across the floor. Caitlyn sways, off-balance.]
Why won't you let me work?
[This is all a distraction. She doesn't want to fight Rue, she needs to be working. Once again, she crouches down, trying to focus on the notes in front of her, but the treacherous thought steals into her mind: maybe she should take a break.]
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The gun goes clattering away across the floor. Caitlyn sways, off-balance.]
Why won't you let me work?
[This is all a distraction. She doesn't want to fight Rue, she needs to be working. Once again, she crouches down, trying to focus on the notes in front of her, but the treacherous thought steals into her mind: maybe she should take a break.]