<span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px">Caitlin nodded and waited as Oliver opened the door to her cell. Once he did that, she remained where she was, nodded again, and let him tend to her shoulder.  "Much better, thanks.." She said with a smile, and then reached out and took the first aid kit from him. "So, who needs my help?" The brunette asked as she followed him out <br/>
of the room a few minutes later, only to stop once they were out of the room. Flashes of memories slammed through her, and she remained standing where she was<br/>
 though her demeanor changed. <br/>
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"What happened? Why am I still here?" The confusion on her face was genuine, and as she glanced over at Oliver who stood a few feet away from her, she froze. "Where are my friends? Did you trap them here on Earth X, or did they make it back to Earth 1?" The questions poured from her before she could stop them. And she moved back a few steps to put some space between the two of them. "What do you want from me?" She asked softly, not wanting to know, but needing to.  Her eyes remained on him and watched his every move, to make sure that he didn't try to attack her.<br/>
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 Sure, they were alone right now, but the young scientist was well aware that all he needed to do was whistle and then they would be surrounded by his men and she was be even more screwed than she currently was. "I don't have anything that you want. Our earths have the same tech, and I'm not good with tech, so it's not like I'd be much help with that, anyway. I don't have or know anything that would make you rich or famous, so why don't you just let me return to my earth and my family and friends?" The young woman had a feeling that it wasn't going to be that easy, but hey, there was no harm in trying and asking. <br/>
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Maybe she'd be lucky for once in her life and this would be a guy that would find no use for her, and would just send her home. But yet, the look in his eyes said that that wasn't what was going to happen, and it caused a shiver concern and fear to run down her spine. "What are you going to do with me?"</span></span>