"Oh man, I totally didn't piece two and two together there. That's so twisted." Caitie didn't know how old Young Stone was, but she wasn't that old. Which probably meant that she'd gotten engaged before she was even eighteen, if the looks of her told the truth about her age—which wasn't always true, but that didn't matter. "Kinda makes me wonder if she just met her guy and they decided to get married so they could bang. That type of thing happens, you know?" she said matter-of-factly. "Whatever, they can be crazy and hypocritical all they want, as long as they don't try and talk down on me." People were weird. And weird people were weirder now that the world was the way it was.
Caitie nodded and shrugged in agreement with Maddie's assessment of her family situation. "Little bit," she said simply. "Or, hope they find me, anyway. Thanks," she said, unsure of what else to say, or if there was even anything she could say.
Laughing, she nodded her vehement agreement. "Or what stereotype they want to fit into. You'd have the overachievers who totally tried to take all the stereotypes so that none of the rest of us could have them..." she shrugged. "I don't know if I hate my stereotype because I don't know what it is. Aside from having red hair and being fiery."
Caitie scoffed now. "A whole freaking building to himself while the rest of us are stuck in cells or whatever?" she asked, an irritated expression on her face. "I saw the armory upstairs so at least he didn't like... hog the whole place, but still. It's totally not fair that he gets a whole room for himself just because he's a leader or whatever." She made a face. "Stupid favoritism." A small part of her wondered if his sister had a special room, too.
"I think the French flag is red, white and blue too." She didn't know how she knew that, but it was one of the few things her mom taught her in her attempt at home schooling that stuck. Splattering some paint into her hand, she dumped glitter on top of the whole hand and then slapped it lightly on the wall, leaving a glittery handprint there and smearing it a little so that no one could size it to her hands.
Momentarily bored, she wandered back over to the cabinet and peered inside again. "Wonder what's in here," she said, grabbing the box and leaving a blue, glittery smear on top. "Hey, jewelery! Wanna give something to your sister?"