Cassey's eyes snapped up to meet a human form rising from underneath the rubble and immediately knew her intention of staying undercover and being this jolly group of super's shadow was official over. Her plan had been thwarted, extinguished, and revealed by a damn missile. Where the fuck did that thing come from anyway? It left her in the precarious position of having to explain herself, something she had no desire of doing. Even less so now that the same woman she had been tailing just a few hours prior was now asking for help. Something told Cassey that no matter what she did, and no matter how she responded, she would be regarded as the prime suspect. With an annoyed sigh, the petite woman agreed to help Stardust. Cassey still needed to know if the detective was alive, and what she knew about Hex's killer or killers. There was no doubt in her mind that his death was definitely not an accident and whoever was the culprit certainly didn't care about subtlety. And besides, there was no reason for her to draw anymore suspicion to herself. "The detective, was she in there?" Cassey inquired. Knowing the heat of Stardust's plasma blasts would hinder her ability to help she moved to the opposite side, and knelt down into the dirt to start clearing the rubble. A dark substance pooled around her body and several large, tendrils appeared. They slithered their way under and around the debris, lifting chunks of rock and metal before they were tossed aside, away from all the debris. Cassey began to wonder what she'll do if the human was dead. 'If' was perhaps farfetched in this scenario, as she had a hard time conceiving how a human could survive a damn missile explosion. Cassey could lie and explain how she came to help, out of the goodness of her heart, after she heard the explosion. These people had no idea how her powers worked and couldn't confirm either way. Fooling them would not be an easy task, and an extremely risky gamble she didn't want to bet on, even if a part of her dreaded needing them to find Hex's killer. A voice broke her out of her thoughts, and when Cassey craned her head up she came face to face with a large man covered in armour, who in the nicest way possible, pointed a shotgun straight at her. Whatever she said, whatever she did, there was no way they would trust her. Even if she spilled her guts about who Hex was to her, what reason would they have to believe the words of a complete stranger? "Would ya believe me if I said I got Addison's transmission?" Cassey replied in a gruff tone. [i]Arbiter, huh? Never heard of you. Why should I trust you?[/i] Trust was a finicky concept; hard to gain yet easy to lose. A two-way street that could turn out to be very smooth, or very rocky and filled with potholes. "But if ya really have to make the bad guy, at least give me a good backstory." Cassey shifted her attention back to the rubble she was currently knee-deep in. A shotgun blast from this distance would be hard to avoid, even if she was quick enough to shift in time. If this Arbiter fellow wanted a better answer, she was all out of those. She hated how Hex put her in this position. Knowing him changed her whole existence. His generosity, his love, is what pulled her from the depths of despair and self-hatred. She hated that she wanted to find out who murdered him and despised that she wanted to do the right thing just because that's what he had taught her. You heard right, Cassey was blaming a dead man for her current predicament.[i] And if you think that's low, you just wait, 'cause you ain't seen nothing yet.[/i]