Cassandra yawned again as she sat down in front of the old desk. It looked pretty run-down, but in more of an "I have a deep history" kind of way. It looked kind of classy. The chair she plopped down in was pretty comfortable; she hoped she wouldn't fall asleep again. The guy with blue hair, who had been tackled by the other guy earlier, had already sat down. She looked him over, eyelids still half covering her eyes. "Mornin," she said. "I'm Cassandra." She wasn't sure what it was, but something about this guy seemed... different to her. Not "bad" different, just... different. She blinked a few times. If nothing else, he seemed sincere enough. She held out a hand. "Nice to meetcha."