[ There's a snappy comeback ready to spring from her lips, a comeback that dies a quick and painful death as he calls her doctor. Caitlin takes it as him demonstrating knowledge about her. Because there's no way that ... person over there wearing her face is any sort of medical professional.
She watches him look her over, and it's such a foreign look on such a familiar face that it makes her skin crawl. That it makes her distracted, and only the last few of his words click right away. ]
I may not be a metahuman, but I — [ The rest drops into place. Her eyes narrow as she regards him. ]
no subject
She watches him look her over, and it's such a foreign look on such a familiar face that it makes her skin crawl. That it makes her distracted, and only the last few of his words click right away. ]
I may not be a metahuman, but I — [ The rest drops into place. Her eyes narrow as she regards him. ]
What do you mean not yet?