Just a few days. The first day, one of them found me. [ caitlin directs a flat look outside the cave. ] They didn't really try to kill me, so I found a rock... and then I kept finding more rocks, so why fix what's working?

[ she would have killed exactly as many bandits as it took to get free and find the kids, but her skill with a big ol' rock made that level of collateral damage unnecessary. ]

And then Lorna and I found each other. [ that compression of events leaves out a universe's worth of nuance, but contained inside that nuance is the glaring absence of anyone else in that story outside the bandits. caitlin knows marcos intimately understands the mix of fear and self-assigned failure she's feeling, but if she says it out loud now that she's settled enough to be less numb, there's a non-zero chance she'll cry.

she goes for light sarcasm, instead. ] I heard you guys have been busy with zombies. Sorry, psychic zombies.

[ she is nowhere close to letting that little gem go. ]