[Cathy gives the gun a good stare as it slides across the sand to her side, vaguely wondering the logistics of trying to shoot it with one hand. She isn't afraid of guns by any means, even after the situation with Ray and all, but she must confess that this whole scene has put a bitter taste in her mouth. She's glad the man is sent running; maybe Danny has a certain eyeball-associated reputation in this place as well.
She remains sitting for a moment, frowning at his words. She doesn't recall ever leaving, and unless Gray or Danny came back down to get her after they took care of Zack and Ray, well...
She isn't sure if she made it out at all.]
...yeah.
[Cathy carefully brings herself to her feet after ditching her heels and taking Danny's hand. If she didn't make it out, then how can she be here with Danny now? Unless they both...]
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She remains sitting for a moment, frowning at his words. She doesn't recall ever leaving, and unless Gray or Danny came back down to get her after they took care of Zack and Ray, well...
She isn't sure if she made it out at all.]
...yeah.
[Cathy carefully brings herself to her feet after ditching her heels and taking Danny's hand. If she didn't make it out, then how can she be here with Danny now? Unless they both...]
Where are we?