Caitlyn's on patrol, movements smooth despite the fact that she's never gone this long with this little sleep. But she's determined. Stubborn. It's what's keeping her going for now.

She's still a distance away when her ears pick up a noise. A something. It doesn't sound innately dangerous and, picking up speed, she uses her long limbs to their full advantage. Soon finding a stranger trapped in some local flora.

"I've got you. Careful."

Her voice is smooth, calm despite the roughness from how little water she's consumed. But there's no reason to panic just yet. It's going to be fine. Luckily, she has a rock. One that she's spent considerable time learning how to sharpen. It's crude, but better than nothing and she starts working at the vines with careful focus.

"I don't believe we've met. Caitlyn Kiramman, usually of the Free Cities."

It's polite chatter, idle, and mostly a way to try offering him something else to focus on while she worked. Simply a distraction technique.