Cass was tired.

It occurred to her for probably the dozenth time today that the city was too full of new experiences. This, she was quite confident, was a very unfortunate sort of problem. The suburbs had been boring, of course, but at least she hadn't been bored and [i]in danger[/i]; here, now, to her, 'new' almost always meant 'unpleasant'. Or dangerous. Or, just, like, weird.

Take the beastkin hugging the pamphleteer in the street over there. Was that normal? Hell if she knew. All she knew, trodding her way downtown while rubbing her temples and sighing dramatically, was that she was in desperate need of a few things, and she adamantly refused to let this barbaric urban circus distract her. She looked up from the cobbled road long enough to physically outline with one finger that horrible Bulletin List of Dire Necessities, which okay actually boiled down to pretty much the one thing: money.

She brightened considerably. Thinking about it like that, what's even the problem? She was (basically! kinda sorta) a college student. Money was [i]always[/i] an issue; that, at least, was nothing new, she could live with that, she was a pro, she's got this, seriously, come on, seriously, well okay, maybe not, stop thinking about this, stop it, think about something [i]cool[/i] so cool

Magic. She needed to work on that. Okay, didn't [i]need[/i] to, probably shouldn't, certainly would. Anyway, all she needed for the next test she'd had planned was something small, light, aerodynamic ...

"Sorry for interrupting your public display of - whatever this is, guys," she shrugged, tapping whatever she could reach of the human under her beastkin hugtacker, not a hit on apology in her face, "but it would be absolutely ship-shape [i]terrific[/i] if I could have a bunch of those pamphlets you've got there."