[Slowly, Caitlyn drags her eyes away from the knife, trying to take a wider view of him. To watch all of him. Every muscle in her body is still tense, her brow furrowing ever deeper. She's scared, but she's sharp. A quick learner.]
There are lesson plans that don't involve threats, you know.
[She eyes him a little more carefully now, properly observing the man in front of her. Unkempt. On edge. Tension in his jaw. A touch made him attack, and yet he has people, people who may or may not be missing him, and dead to bury. She doesn't have the full picture yet, but she's starting to pick up pieces that she might be able to form into a picture.]
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There are lesson plans that don't involve threats, you know.
[She eyes him a little more carefully now, properly observing the man in front of her. Unkempt. On edge. Tension in his jaw. A touch made him attack, and yet he has people, people who may or may not be missing him, and dead to bury. She doesn't have the full picture yet, but she's starting to pick up pieces that she might be able to form into a picture.]