<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 dropped her bags in an out-of-the-way corner, since she didn't have a room yet, and didn't know if she'd be receiving one.<br/><br/><strong>"Scrambled is fine,"</strong>she responded to the eggs question before she moved to lean against the wall away from the oven.<br/><br/>A thin red eyebrow quirked as she watched James' use the knife.  Super-speed or just plain skill?  Cassie found it difficult to tell, but was hedging her bet toward the former.  Though, if the later, it brought James' credentials into serious question.  She shifted slightly further away from where James worked, the acrid smell of freshly cut onion enough to bring tears to her honey-brown eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"That sucks,"</strong>she replied when James proposed the theory that his team had left, much like her own had.  Then turned her attention to John when he asked what the meeting would be about.<strong>"The message I got said it was a mission briefing between teams G, F, and H.  How come you guys haven't picked a name, yet?"</strong>She asked curiously.<br/><br/>Her bright smile formed upon her lips once more and she nodded to James when he asked her if she wanted cheese with her eggs.  It was nice to know that someone in the house could cook.  Her own culinary talents were limited to cooking with a microwave.<br/><br/>She had to laugh lightly at John's twenty questions.  She still couldn't decide if he was simply cautious or borderline paranoid.  A mischievous smirk formed on her lips before she replied,<strong>"I ensnare men's attention when they look at me, preventing them from looking away.  Unless, of course, they know how to cook.  In which case they're completely immune,"</strong>she said before laughing in a teasing fashion.<strong>"Sorry, that was a poor attempt at humor.  Honestly, I guess you could categorize my power under shape-shifting, or size manipulation.  It's probably easiest to say I can shrink down to an inch high.  I can also fly."</strong><br/><br/>She left out the part about the tattoo on her back actually being wings.  They'd likely see them soon enough, and she wanted a few more minutes of semi-normalcy before they learned she was a genetic freak.<br/><br/><strong>"So, your abilities have to do with luck?"</strong>She asked Ace before following James to the table where he set out the dinner he'd just prepared.  She was trying to piece things together without coming straight out and asking and his remark about luck combined with his moniker pointed toward the ability to manipulate odds or something equally unreliable.<br/><br/>Cassie took whatever seat was offered and waited for the two males to take their own seats.