It's just a step. [Caitlyn, too, has hopped over a step or two in her time. Just because this step is part of a rotting staircase barely clinging to the outside of a half-sunken building over a fall just high enough to be upsetting doesn't mean it's any different than that.
And if she hears it and repeats it enough times, hopefully she'll believe it.
Carefully, Clara's grip on her helping tremendously with her balance, she leans forward and taps the barrel of the rifle against the step. She's vaguely aware that Clara has asked a question about her dad, but there's a buzzing sound in her ears that she has to focus on tuning out until she gives the step another tap and it doesn't break and she can lean back and press her back to the wall again.]
It looks stable enough.
[Her brain finally catches up to her ears and processes what Clara asked her, but she'll need another moment of not leaning out over nothing before she can answer.]
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And if she hears it and repeats it enough times, hopefully she'll believe it.
Carefully, Clara's grip on her helping tremendously with her balance, she leans forward and taps the barrel of the rifle against the step. She's vaguely aware that Clara has asked a question about her dad, but there's a buzzing sound in her ears that she has to focus on tuning out until she gives the step another tap and it doesn't break and she can lean back and press her back to the wall again.]
It looks stable enough.
[Her brain finally catches up to her ears and processes what Clara asked her, but she'll need another moment of not leaning out over nothing before she can answer.]