Caitlyn jumps at the sound of cracking, drawing her knife as she looks at the serpent-woman to burst out of the box. She was comparably large to the orc and herself, which only serves to intimidate the more humanoid reptillian woman. She doubted she could do much with her trusty pocket knife, but it was better than nothing "Do you speak common?" She asks defensively. For a second she eyes the plank, which would make a suitable club in a cinch.<br/><br/>All these strange new people made her worried that some may not accept her being around. She had hoped to escape to be herself, to be free from the tyranny of her home nation. With now 3 of them on a beach, one of whom who may just want to eat the other two, it may be harder to keep everyone comfortably alive.