Caitlin has seen unnatural weather before, so when she learns that that's what's happening here with the storm, it kind of feels like her responsibility to try to find a way to stop it. It's not the same without Cisco to help her and Barry to do the heavy lifting, but she can't just sit back and do nothing; it's not Caitlin's style. Her necklace is still around her neck, though the pendant is tucked beneath her shirt to make sure that nothing happens to it. She needs it there to keep Killer Frost at bay. Maybe the only thing worse than the downpour would be turning it into snow because then it would build up a lot faster on the ground, hindering progress. The last thing she wants is to accidentally do just that.
Shaking because she feels cold right down to her bones, Caitlin does her best to keep up. She's not usually out in the field for these kinds of things. She's the one behind a computer screen researching while Cisco is spitting out information and orders into Barry's ear via the comm. This is a whole different animal and maybe she would've done better to try to set up something like they do at home so that she could stick with her strengths. A little late for that now.
When Adam stops suddenly, Caitlin stops, too. It takes a second for her brain to catch up with what her eyes are seeing and her breath hitches looking back at the mountain lion. A hand moves to her chest, not the reflexive movement to clutch at her heart, no. She's clutching at the pendant of her necklace. If she takes it off, she can freeze the ground between them and that'll slow the mountain lion down. ...but, she could also lose the battle to Killer Frost and then this situation becomes ten times more dangerous for the group than any mountain lion can make it.
"Okay...okay, don't panic," Caitlin says quietly. "Don't look away from it. Just...mountain lions are easy to intimidate. Make yourself look bigger; be aggressive," she says, looking around rapidly for a rock or a stick to throw or wave at the animal. That feels cruel, but she's read articles that say that sort of thing will scare one off. Hopefully that's true. It's hard to see through her sodden hair sticking to her face, but she snatches up a broken tree branch — not huge or heavy, but large enough to look threatening, she hopes — and she touches her fingertips gently to Adam's back to get his attention before offering the branch to his right side.
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Shaking because she feels cold right down to her bones, Caitlin does her best to keep up. She's not usually out in the field for these kinds of things. She's the one behind a computer screen researching while Cisco is spitting out information and orders into Barry's ear via the comm. This is a whole different animal and maybe she would've done better to try to set up something like they do at home so that she could stick with her strengths. A little late for that now.
When Adam stops suddenly, Caitlin stops, too. It takes a second for her brain to catch up with what her eyes are seeing and her breath hitches looking back at the mountain lion. A hand moves to her chest, not the reflexive movement to clutch at her heart, no. She's clutching at the pendant of her necklace. If she takes it off, she can freeze the ground between them and that'll slow the mountain lion down. ...but, she could also lose the battle to Killer Frost and then this situation becomes ten times more dangerous for the group than any mountain lion can make it.
"Okay...okay, don't panic," Caitlin says quietly. "Don't look away from it. Just...mountain lions are easy to intimidate. Make yourself look bigger; be aggressive," she says, looking around rapidly for a rock or a stick to throw or wave at the animal. That feels cruel, but she's read articles that say that sort of thing will scare one off. Hopefully that's true. It's hard to see through her sodden hair sticking to her face, but she snatches up a broken tree branch — not huge or heavy, but large enough to look threatening, she hopes — and she touches her fingertips gently to Adam's back to get his attention before offering the branch to his right side.