The woman in the maid's outfit let out a loud squeak and in a flurry of movement twirled on the spot, a streak of red, white and blue as she planted a foot an inch from Cassandra's head. The kick was so strong that it went straight the thick wooden basement door. Babara took a few deep breaths before realizing she panicked, and hurried to push out an apology despite her foot still being lodged in the door.<br/><br/>"Meh-eh! Oh dear, I'm so so so sorry! You startled me, and this place is already so spooky I just...oh, how improper of me." she bleated. From the angle she was, Cassandra could not only get a good view of the small wisps of smoke rolling off the ground and off of Babara's feet from the speed of her attack, Cassandra could also see what lay beneath that short maid skirt. Babara, too embarrassed and frantic, seemed to not notice she was flashing the vampire.<br/><br/><br/>Though Jon's seat wasn't as clean as a good sitting area should have been, it was not filthy and discheveled. A lit candle sit beside Jon on the table he sat at, a collection of bestiaries and magic at his disposal to choose from.