[Caitlyn feels much the same. She's no soldier, she's a police officer, but she's been in combat many times and some of these people seem a little green. A part of her worries about how many they will lose, but she recognizes the need to take back their friends...and to go on the offensive in some way. Her expression grim, her breathing steady, she resolves herself to do what she can to protect as many people as they can.
When she's approached, she offers a polite nod, adjusting her own pack to get it into a more comfortable position.]
Yes, Syrlya. That's where I'm best, I believe. [It's where her talents lie, anyway.] What of you? The vanguard?
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When she's approached, she offers a polite nod, adjusting her own pack to get it into a more comfortable position.]
Yes, Syrlya. That's where I'm best, I believe. [It's where her talents lie, anyway.] What of you? The vanguard?