Caitlyn was ever an enforcer, everyone else's safety and well being came first; save for the most deranged and unforgetible criminals. The gun had all but been forgotten until Luz reminded Caitlyn about it, she ddi have her trusty rifle, but then like Luz many of the things here were not much scared of it.

"It's enough to buy time to get away. Or to dissuade them from following, you just have to get the right shot."

The skull and the antlers which she held, they were warm and felt somewhat comfortable a safe, as if they offered protection. They were probably the only thing keeping Caitlyn from completely falling apart and giving into the corruption, the only thing keeping the visions from spilling out of her head out around her of the basement of the gambling hall. Of illusions of Jinx hunting her now.