As soon as Caitlyn steps into the rickety elevator, she feels a growing sense of unease gnawing at the pit of her stomach. Her shoulders straighten, her jaw clenches, and her brows draw down as she focuses on tamping down her nerves. One hand goes to the strap of the rifle case on her back, her thumb idly tapping against the leather - the one clear and obvious tell that she is, indeed, nervous.

Still, she's not one to back down from a challenge, especially a challenge that could help herself and her friends get home. And one that ought to provide them all with more information. The more information they gather, the better their decision-making will be, after all.

She doesn't notice anything too off right away. It starts with a faint purple-pink glow in the eyes of the boy she's sharing the elevator with, all too reminiscent of the last thing she saw before waking up in this world. She shifts her weight uncomfortably as the elevator creaks along its journey upwards.

If she's to be sharing an elevator - and possibly fighting for her life - with this boy, they should at least know each others' names, shouldn't they? She smiles, strained and awkward. "We ought to introduce ourselves. I'm Caitlyn."