She just walked for a moment, letting them talk and chatter away. There wasn't anything she could do until the next sign. And apparently, that was Issac starting to collapse. She put her arm under his and went down with him, trying to slow his descent to the ground so he didn't hurt himself. She watched the silver streak disappear through the boxes.
"Oh goodie," Catherine remarked distantly, still deep into the visions. "Well then," she stood carefully to make sure Issac remained balanced. Her hands were out slightly in front of her because she couldn't actually see the present. She assumed this was what it was like to be some level of blind but her fingertips found the boxes first and she tried to carefully move them to make room. But Catherine didn't ask for help even if it would've been beneficial to call out to Ana. Catherine never asked for help if she could, well, help it.