As a young woman suddenly morphed into a hideous, scaly beast, and the room broke out into a momentary panic, Cassandra remained very, very still.  Her eyes were wide, and her face pale, but she did not so much as tremble.

[i]Primitive predator, thus vision is likely movement-focused.  It will chase fleeing prey first.  There are eleven others in this room, therefore even with movement bias discounted, the probability of it going for me first is 8.33%, or 9.09% if the machine is unpalatable.  Decent odds.  Best to stay still for now, probability of escape will be more than doubled if the creature is already feeding on one of them...[/i]

Fortunately, the raptor started squawking instead of eating people.  Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief that quickly became a stream of quiet, surprised laughter.  For a moment, her whole body seemed to loosen up a bit, looking for once like something alive rather than a broken pupped.  This did not last long, however.  She quickly remembered where she was and clamped one hand over her mouth, glancing around with cheeks burning bright red, afraid that someone might have caught her momentary lapse.  She had to hold it together.

From then on she remained in the same gawky position she'd stayed in for most of the meeting, not uttering a word as the strangers at the table voiced their questions and concerns.  Perhaps the corners of her mouth quirked up slightly in response to Cody's smile, though it was hard to say.  Otherwise, there was little sign of movement from her, as she did her best to simply fade into the background unnoticed.

Finally, their employer started getting to the point, talking about equipment and lodgings and actual work.  Cass took about two seconds to memorize the holographic map, then took two more to plot out optimal escape routes, just in case someone else turned into a massive toothy monster.  Their first jobs hadn't been specified yet, but she [i]did[/i] need a uniform... plus, being around all these people was starting to stress her out.

So, while the drunken alien slurred away, she quietly pushed her seat back, and slipped away from the table, moving around the edges of the room to leave it entirely.  Quickly and silently, she strode through the hallways towards their living quarters, breathing a heavy sigh of relief once she thought she was out of sight of the others.  They probably wouldn't notice her absence anyway.  Time to check out those suits...