It’s a little water... it’d be gone soon. Like a barely encouraging mantra it circled Caitlyn’s mind as she kept mostly to herself, lingering within eerily cast shadows of flickering light filtered through clouds above. Better to drive herself insane with such a thought than paying mind to the hinted burn at the back of her throat. It was nothing, she could manage. “I’m fine.” Spoken harshly as someone came a little too close for comfort. Blinking, she looked up just in time to witness the confused look on their face, “You didn’t ask..-- you didn’t even say anything. Sorry, I’m just..-- what are we meant to do up here?” Little help to offer, no way out; it left her a little off kilter, uncertain of what she could put her mind to in some mild, passing distraction.