There's a stark contrast, moving from the interior of the house to the porch. Inside, there's voices and laughter and people everywhere and it feels just a bit too much at the moment. Caitlin likes being social, she does, but sometimes it can be overwhelming. She needs a break from it. It wouldn't be polite to just wander upstairs at a house that isn't her own, and it would feel a bit final to leave for the house she's claimed as her own next door.

The porch it is. The quietness feels a bit overexaggerated out here. Maybe it was just from her moving out of the noisy interior, but... no. It isn't. There's too much missing outside, and it isn't just because she's used to living in a big city. Her eyes fall on the man already out here, the man who jumps and swears as he looks back at her. His face. That face. She knows she saw Raylan inside. Whoever this is, he lacks the hat and the twang and that particular stance. She's probably better equipped than others here for this sort of thing.

She smiles gently, softly shaking her head. "No, no, I can follow you. As someone who gets lost in thought enough that it could be a profession, I know the feeling. And out here..." She trails off a moment. "Easy to get lost when there's nothing else to cut through."

No engines, no birds, no barking, no car alarms blaring.

Caitlin offers her hand as she moves closer. "I'm Caitlin, though you might have heard Klaus call me 'Jessica Rabbit.'"