<div style="text-align: justify;">Cassandra felt a little restless with the way the woman looked at her. The woman's words made her really uneasy. That chill ran down Cassandra's spine once again, and she sighed. The headache was getting worse, and she could see dots going up and down before her eyes. <span style="font-style: italic">Great. Exactly what she needed, a massive migraine.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"I'm sorry... "</span>, Cassandra started. She was planning on asking who the hell the woman was talking about - nicely, of course. Blake's arrival made her change her mind. Looking back at Blake, she noticed his hand and shook her head. Looked like it wasn't a really good day for them, eh?<br/><br/>Noticing Blake's gaze, Cass shot one back, meaning 'Beats me', with a <span style="font-style: italic">post scriptum</span> of 'I don't want any of these beasts in the house'. When Blake finally approached, Cassandra took a step back, standing as close to Blake as she could without walking too far away from the woman. She didn't really know what to say, or why she was acting like this, but it made her feel safer.<br/><br/>The woman's comment after Blake talked about the cats made Cassandra feel another chill down her spine. She finally found her voice. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Uh, I... I think my husband has a point, our home is not... exactly ready..."</span>. Cassandra took a look at Blake and tried to sound natural. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"And as for the cats, uh... my husband is allergic, so if you could not bring them in..."</span>.<br/><br/>Cass turned her head to look at Blake, as though begging for help. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"We would love to have you for lunch, Mrs...?"</span>. <span style="font-style: italic">Please, go away</span>, her mind pleaded.</div>