Cassandra realized that she had just made her way to another...what, prisioners? Potentiall soilders? Door, without being seen. How? She frowned. That would be another mystey for another time. Maybe it had something to do with her abilities. SHe didn't know. So much of what she could do, she didn't know, or didn't understand. She stopped contemplating this as she was grabbed, and before she really knew what was going on, she was in the room. She threw up her free hand, stopping whatever it was from chocking her, and it would be clear that this sort of thing had happened to her before.

At sparks voice, Cassandra cursed inwardly, "Sorry, sweetheart, but you aren't my type" she said, in a calm tone, twisting free, "I prefer my partners less bitchy" She was ready to defend herself, her skins faintly glowing with lunar energy. "All that work and managing to sneak around and i get you. What a waste of time. Still. May as well try. I don't want to be leader. But you aren't fit for it either. Honestly, all you seem to inspire is arrogance and you don't give a damn about anyone but yourself. I'd kill you in hours of following you in a mission, and I suspect i would do it gladly, and without regrets" she spoke matter of factly, as if she didn't care what happened.