<span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px">Caitlin's eyes opened and she slowly sat up. She took in her surroundings and then noticed that her friend Oliver was there, too. He stood, alone, in front of the cell she was apparently contained in. "Oliver? Can you help me get out of here?" There was no fear or caution in her words, as she considered him a close friend and knew that he'd never do anything to hurt her.  Her body ached and she assumed it was from the fight that had gone down earlier.  She didn't know the outcome of the fight, but figured it had gone well if her friend had come alone to help free her.<br/>
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The brunette winced at a pain in her right shoulder, and glanced down to see it was bleeding, but not badly. "And while you're at it, could you also get a first aid kit, too? As soon as you let me out of here, I can take care of this and then tend to anyone else that needs help." After she spoke, the young woman looked up from her injury and met his eyes once more. "Are you okay? You have this look in your eyes. It's like a mix between distrust and excitement. Or at least that's what it looks like to me." Her hair changed from blonde, back to its normal brown. <br/>
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And her eyes changed from a crystal blue, to their dark brown once more. Her clothes also changed from the blue and white leather, to a tan dress  as she stood before him.</span></span>