Cassie watched as the young man stepped around, answering her questions simply, saying he had tailed her, though she raised her eyebrow at the mention of his name, "Rex? Is that short for something? Because it sounds more like the name your would give a dog. No offense." Okay, so maybe she was a little blunt. Possible even rude. But when you're only company for the majority of your life had been an ex-military man that took no crap and was straight forward himself, one couldn't help but take on some of those qualities. Aside that, she silently cursed herself for not watching where she was going when she made her way back here. She needed to be more careful. If he had seen her running, then anyone out there, alien and zombie alike, could have seen her make her way here, "You saw the alien's land too?" She asked, making her way over to one of the seats and sat down, moving the arms of the seat up so she could pull her feet up and sit cross legged, not look at him for the moment "What do you think they want with us again? They've already killed off about 99 percent of our population. What more can they possibly hope to do to bring us down?"

Sighing she shook her head and looked back to him when he asked her what her name was, "My name is Cassie." She didn't even flinch at the banging on the airplane door. She knew at least the zombies couldn't get in. They had tried before and their simple minds were easily side tracked. After a few moments of throwing themselves at the door they would likely go do something else. And sure enough, within a few moments they stopped, letting Rex ask her if and why she lived here in the airport. She simply shrugged though, speaking nonchalantly, "I live here. It better than were I was before. Besides, an airport is a place most humans stay away from because of its predictability with the aliens. So, because of that, aliens don't tend to look here, knowing humans wouldn't tread somewhere so known. Because of that though, it makes the perfect hiding spot. That, and these planes are pretty strong and keep out a lot of unwanted visitors." She laughed at herself and shrugged, "In this world, what doesn't make sense can turn out to be the most sensible thing you can do."

When asked if he could sit down, she motioned for him to sit, letting him take the seat across the aisle from her. She began to pull her long hair back into a pony tail and thought back to her childhood to answer his question, "A lot actually. My father was really big in engineering. He built robots and weaponry for the government before and in the beginning of the invasion. And since my mother died when I was an infant, his work left me traveling with him a lot. It was fun though. The people on the planes were always so nice. And the view was always so amazing." She sighed and shook her head, "But, he was one of the first to get infected, so that didn't last too long." She looked back at him, "What about you? Did you ever ride in one of these things?"