[The levity that Clara's aiming for is lost on Caitlyn, who merely frowns miserably at the door. They're stuck in this house that may as well be collapsing around them, trudging through mould and sludge - which is still seeping into her hair - with no apparent exit other than the highly dangerous way they came in. And she's not sure she can think her way out of this predicament.]
You should be more careful with it, since you can't feel it.
[She doesn't mean to be patronizing; if anything, it comes across as a gloomy, dire warning as her frown deepens.
She nods.]
One. Two. Three. [On three, she slams her shoulder into the door.]
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You should be more careful with it, since you can't feel it.
[She doesn't mean to be patronizing; if anything, it comes across as a gloomy, dire warning as her frown deepens.
She nods.]
One. Two. Three. [On three, she slams her shoulder into the door.]