With a smile, Caitlin nods. "That's how I figure. If we're not helping right this second, that won't take away from the fact that we're helping if we can find somewhere safer for everyone to be." She pauses and gives an awkward soft of facial shrug. "On the other hand, if we find nothing...then I guess we're not necessarily being that helpful, but it's better to try and fail than not to try at all, right?" she asks.
Caitlin watches as he surveys the room. He's probably looking for a good direction to start and Caitlin can't fault that. She probably would've done it already except that she hadn't been entirely sure he'd be interested in coming along and she doesn't feel like venturing outside alone with this sort of weather on the way and in the dark in a largely unfamiliar place is a great idea. She's glad when he seems receptive and even more glad when he chooses a direction and starts toward the door. Caitlin walks quickly to catch up and then matches his stride, taking the offered flashlight.
"Too bad, too, because I bet that would make things a whole lot easier," she thinks to herself with a pang of sadness as she realizes...Cisco would've had something to solve that problem and if he didn't, he'd make it. Once again, she feels a wave of guilt for feeling whatever it was that she felt strongly enough to get sucked here when she ought to be home helping them prepare to save Iris from Savitar.
As they head outside, Caitlin clicks on the flashlight preemptively. "Now let's just hope neither of these crap out on us. That's always a bad sign," she says, only half joking as she starts looking around with a sweeping motion of the flashlight beam and her eyes. If the building itself has a storm shelter, the likelihood is that it'll be nearby. She's never really seen a storm cellar that was more than a football field's length away from the home of the people to whom the cellar belongs, so she can't imagine it'll be a whole lot different in the case of a building, either. That's still plenty of space to house a lot of people, if it's built right, anyway.
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Caitlin watches as he surveys the room. He's probably looking for a good direction to start and Caitlin can't fault that. She probably would've done it already except that she hadn't been entirely sure he'd be interested in coming along and she doesn't feel like venturing outside alone with this sort of weather on the way and in the dark in a largely unfamiliar place is a great idea. She's glad when he seems receptive and even more glad when he chooses a direction and starts toward the door. Caitlin walks quickly to catch up and then matches his stride, taking the offered flashlight.
"Too bad, too, because I bet that would make things a whole lot easier," she thinks to herself with a pang of sadness as she realizes...Cisco would've had something to solve that problem and if he didn't, he'd make it. Once again, she feels a wave of guilt for feeling whatever it was that she felt strongly enough to get sucked here when she ought to be home helping them prepare to save Iris from Savitar.
As they head outside, Caitlin clicks on the flashlight preemptively. "Now let's just hope neither of these crap out on us. That's always a bad sign," she says, only half joking as she starts looking around with a sweeping motion of the flashlight beam and her eyes. If the building itself has a storm shelter, the likelihood is that it'll be nearby. She's never really seen a storm cellar that was more than a football field's length away from the home of the people to whom the cellar belongs, so she can't imagine it'll be a whole lot different in the case of a building, either. That's still plenty of space to house a lot of people, if it's built right, anyway.