"I know you said you lived there your whole life, but....I don't know, I thought you might be exaggerating and maybe left when you were just a young child. Guess not..." She rubbed the back of her neck and shrugged, "That's good though. That you at least sort of got to see what it looked like through those pictures and from the elders of your people." She brushed her hair back from her face, "At least through that you can have some sort of sense of what your home was like." She smiled slightly at that, "I still remember a lot of things from before Earth went down hill. Those tall buildings you saw in the city? They were all fixed up and so shiny that when the sun was at its peak it could almost blind you. And all those plants were over grown. Thousands of people bustled around making it kind of hard to walk. 

"If you went to the country though it was different." She stood up from her seat, moving over to some of the boxes of junk she had sitting in the corner. She started going through them as she spoke, "The country had plenty of room, with lots of plants and animals. Not many people lived there before the plague. After the plague though everyone tried moving tot he country thinking the less populated the better. Only with so many people thinking that way, the country became more populated than the city." She pulled out a book from the boxes, pausing there to open it up. It was an old photo album that had many pictures in it and some of the pictures, namely of her mother, she didn't want him to see and took a moment to pull those out, sticking them back in the box that held some things she had kept from her home when she had been with her parents and putting some things over it. Once she did that, she moved back over to sit across from him.

 "My uncle had lived in the country before all this happened, and he knew too many people would migrate there. That's why he suggested we stay here in the city." She opened up the album and there inside were pictures that varied. Some where of her in the city and others were her visiting her uncle. She pointed to a picture of her on her father's shoulders, and in the background were many of the tall city buildings as well as the cars and shops in the background, "See? Really busy." She flipped the page to show pictures of her uncle's farm and different animals like cows, dogs, her on a horse, and chickens, "Where as the country had lots room, and even though it lacked in people, had lot of animals. It was really cool."

She handed the album to him carefully, "You can look at it but please try not to mess it up. Those are the only pictures I have of before the invasion." She pulled her knees to her chest and looked at him when he said he would ask her another question since she had asked so many already. Then, hearing his question, she smiled brightly and held in a laugh, "I guess we haven't told each other that have we?" She paused and shrugged, situating herself in her seat to get more comfortable and pull her hair back into a pony tail, averting her gaze for a moment. It had been so long since she introduced herself to someone, "My name's Castiel. But people used to jut call me Cassie. Whatever you prefer to call me though is fine with me. I'll go by either one."

She looked up to let her eyes meet his again, "And what's your name?"