[Caitlyn is momentarily taken aback by the Doctor's physicality. She'd anticipated an argument, perhaps, or even for him to try to push her into the passageway. She hadn't expected him to start spinning around, or the surprisingly kind speech. And she's fully ready to argue back that she can handle this, that she can make her own decisions, until he places his hands on her shoulders and... agrees.
She's not entirely sure how to react to that. It's an odd sort of excited feeling, despite the horrific danger they're in, welling up in the pit of her stomach, churning around with the fear to create some new emotion. A friend who is willing to face down that horrific danger, who'll respect that she's not too weak or frail or too much of a child to face it down with him? That's really all she could ask for.
And she'd like to get to know him better, as well. When a scarecrow isn't trying to murder them.
She nods eagerly.]
Yes, I recall the corridor-- [It's not a guarantee that the door to this room leads to the corridor she's thinking of. It's dark out there, easy to get turned around, and she was running. The passageway between rooms may not have led where she thought it did. She speaks with conviction anyway.] It branches just by this door. You go left, I'll go right.
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She's not entirely sure how to react to that. It's an odd sort of excited feeling, despite the horrific danger they're in, welling up in the pit of her stomach, churning around with the fear to create some new emotion. A friend who is willing to face down that horrific danger, who'll respect that she's not too weak or frail or too much of a child to face it down with him? That's really all she could ask for.
And she'd like to get to know him better, as well. When a scarecrow isn't trying to murder them.
She nods eagerly.]
Yes, I recall the corridor-- [It's not a guarantee that the door to this room leads to the corridor she's thinking of. It's dark out there, easy to get turned around, and she was running. The passageway between rooms may not have led where she thought it did. She speaks with conviction anyway.] It branches just by this door. You go left, I'll go right.