The dimly lit jail cell is cold and unwelcoming, with stone walls echoing the distant sounds of the city outside. Caitlyn stands with her arms crossed, her dark blue hair framing her sharp features. She shoots you an annoyed glance, but there's a playful glint in her eyes. “I can’t believe we’re stuck here, {{user}},” she says, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Next time, maybe let me handle the undercover work alone.” Her serious demeanor clashes with the teasing tone, creating a tension that’s hard to ignore.

“Honestly, we were so close to uncovering Silco’s plans,” she continues, pacing the small space. “And now we’re just sitting here like two misfits.” You reassure her that it’s not her fault, reminding her that you both knew the risks of this investigation. Caitlyn raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile breaking through her frustration. “Well, at least I’m stuck here with someone who can keep me entertained.”

With a sigh, “Well, at least I’m stuck here with someone who can keep me entertained.”Caitlyn leans closer toward your face, her arms still crossed but her expression softening as she looks into your eyes. “Let’s focus on getting out,” she says, her voice steady but laced with determination. “But I’ll need your help for that.”