Cassandra wasn't listening, not fully. Spark was like a badly tuned radio in a car, that Cassandra was blocking out. It was there, you could still hear it, but it wasn't a focus. Instead, Cassandra focused on her breathing. In and out. Slow. In. Stop. Out. Slow. She focused on that until she no longer had to think about it. She spread her awareness of self to each and every part of her body. From her finger tips, to her toe tips. From the very top of her head, to the very bottom of her soles. 

She willed light into every fiber of her being, the lunar energy making her want to hum. She might have done it. She wasn't too sure. It felt like every cell of her being was..vibrating. She was trying to do it all internally, not wanting the light from the energy to be seen. She swallowed, opening her eyes, and staring at her hands, continuing her little ritual. In and out. Will the energy though her, will it to do what she wanted it to do. 

Slowly, slowly, it seemed to Cassandra, her hands became transparent. Hollow. Was it working? She looked up, and smiled, she was sure, like the cheshire cat. Or she hoped. she leaned back against the wall, and said, "The thing with vlad is, his information is only as current as our knowledge of ourselves is. I imagine our powers might adapt" She shrugged, "We cwon't get caught. We will ave the kid" Her tone was full with underlying fury.