Caitlin's a bit slow to ask questions. Not that she's hesitant or worried that he'll find a question silly; it's more that she's focused on absorbing what he's saying, filing information away in her mind. She's quick on the uptake, having been a sponge her whole life (or her whole previous life, if there's some ring of truth to the cloning story) and soaking up what she can where and when she can. It helps that everything is pretty much what it says on the tin: armed services, power services.
It's efficient, at least.
When they step out into the "street," the sudden influx of stimuli is overwhelming. There's lights and crowds, and with crowds come that ever-present dull roar of chatter. For a moment, she worries that she's going to get swept up and swept away. Her hand reaches out, coming just short of grabbing Steve's arm before she lets it fall to her side.
"Is it always this busy?" Central City may have its moments, sure, but it falls far short of being anything like New York. It's the Midwest version of a big city.
She catches a bright blue flash of light in her peripheral vision. Her head snaps in its direction, her heart instantly set to racing as she sees — or would swear she sees — Zoom. But it's nothing. No one. Just an advertisement.
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It's efficient, at least.
When they step out into the "street," the sudden influx of stimuli is overwhelming. There's lights and crowds, and with crowds come that ever-present dull roar of chatter. For a moment, she worries that she's going to get swept up and swept away. Her hand reaches out, coming just short of grabbing Steve's arm before she lets it fall to her side.
"Is it always this busy?" Central City may have its moments, sure, but it falls far short of being anything like New York. It's the Midwest version of a big city.
She catches a bright blue flash of light in her peripheral vision. Her head snaps in its direction, her heart instantly set to racing as she sees — or would swear she sees — Zoom. But it's nothing. No one. Just an advertisement.