Eyes glanced.  Then glanced again.  Slender fingers fidgeted constantly, never quite finding a comfortable position.  Everything tense, nothing at home.

The girl sat with her legs crossed tightly and her arms straight at her sides, close to her body.  She was thin enough to begin with, and her tight posture made her look like some sort of pale stick insect, barely taking up half the width of her seat.  From time to time, she would shift slightly, moving a couple of millimeters one way or the other, which seemed to make no difference whatsoever to her state of mind.

She blinked once as Kaden began to talk, her head suddenly twisting to face him, as if she hadn't even noticed him before.  For the duration of his first sentence, she fixed him with her dark brown eyes, a stare as precise as a pin spearing a butterfly, before her gaze went drifting off again, flicking over to the hologram beside him, then down to the table.  

It was as if she were hoping that by not looking at anyone, she could avoid having others look at her.  The reasons were clear enough: she looked like she'd been dragged out of bed to be brought here.  Her wide glasses were slightly off-kilter on her face, her hair a tangled mess, and she was still in civilian clothes, a long-sleeved white shirt that was clearly too big for her.  In an ordinary room, she would have stood out like the disheveled wreck she was, though thankfully some of the mutants and abominations sat around her were far more disturbingly weird.

Cassandra's gaze continued to bore into the table in front of her until Kaden finished talking, and stayed there for a couple of seconds after that.  Then, slowly, she looked up, quickly scanning over the assembled 'heroes' before focusing once more on their employer, as she began to speak.

"Um... if..." Her voice was high-pitched, and barely above a whisper in volume. So quiet, in fact, that anyone without enhanced hearing might have trouble making it out.  "W-what if... we- uh..."  She paused, biting one lip, before starting again, even quieter than before.  "What if we... fail?"

As soon as the words were out, she seemed to shrink back in on herself, shoulders turning inwards as her limbs drew even closer to her body and her lips sealed themselves tightly shut.  Her eyes, however, did not leave Kaden.  They stuck on him like a sniper's sights, open wide and staring, breaking down every twitch of his facial muscles for some sign of a response.