<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/imagesqtbnANd9GcShigbqTaGb0g1oSWWZEIi2OaCVIAPcNt59g0LCVavAOqAUwfo9.jpg)</div><strong>Alias:</strong>Bantam - Cassandra Finnegan<br/><strong>Your Team:</strong>Team F (?)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Plasma, Ace<br/><hr/><br/>Cassie smirked at James' retort before trying the eggs.  They were good, not as good as mom made, but better than anything she could make in the microwave.  Super speed, personal force field, and plasma projection.  An interesting combination.  Cassie watched as James' demonstrated his abilities, the fork with eggs paused in mid-motion from plate to mouth.<br/><br/><strong>"That's pretty cool.  You seem to be able to control that pretty well?"</strong>Cassie asked more than stated.<br/><br/>In actuality, it seemed like it took a great deal of focus for him to put on his display.  Her honey brown eyes subtly inspected his face for signs of strain before returning her gaze to her plate.<br/><br/>She nodded to John's explanation, absorbing the information he was more than willing to provide.  A gentle, appreciative smile touched her lips when he called her beautiful.  He hadn't seen the wings yet, but the compliment had been sincere, she thought.<br/><br/><strong>"John, you need to relax.  It's probably a good thing you don't have super speed, right now.  You'd likely put a hole in the floor with all of your pacing."</strong><br/><br/>As her lips closed over another bite of egg, she simply nodded to John's talk about team names.  No point in deciding on one until they proved they were going to stick together for more than a few hours.<br/><br/><strong>"Your parents are Supers then?  Were they heroes or civilians?"</strong>