Doe-eyed newbie look. At least it isn't just her looking like that. Though she has to wonder what this place is that it appears to be a patented look which signals a new arrival. How many people have been through this? Where are all of them? Where's the actual town to this town? The questions just keep churning in her head.

He doesn't move to encroach on the space she's created, and he's shown her he's unarmed. Being empty-handed isn't exactly unarmed, that's something she knows better than most people. No one would assume she could be dangerous just by looking at her. But that tune could and would quickly change if they made a move to threaten her. He isn't being threatening. Her shoulders relax and her jaw unclenches.

"I'm Caitlin," she says, automatically reaching out for a handshake. She stops halfway there, though, and draws back. She opens her hand to show him the blood. Wouldn't want to get this on you, she hopes the gesture conveys. "Where is 'here'?"