She frowned. Sami wasn't stupid, and living on the street for the past year didn't mean she didn't know who Cassandra D'Arque was. After all, people threw away newspapers all the time. But she couldn't figure how, or at least why, someone like that would be able to help them. After all, the rich and famous weren't really in the habit of helping street urchins. Some might hold fundraisers or donate to charities, but it was quite another thing to help someone who came asking in person. "I don't understand, do you know her? Why should she help us? Wouldn't that just be painting a big target on herself? I doubt someone in her position has any interest in getting on SPECTRE's bad side." She said, putting her shoes on.<br/><br/>She had seen the articles about the event that was taking place that night, and she couldn't figure how she was going to get in. Even dressed up their was likely to be a guest list and she sure as hell wasn't on it. "What am I supposed to do for clothes then? I can't go like this but my other clothes are filthy, and they don't really count as high society either." She said, picking at her clothes. They weren't exactly comfortable, and she felt sort of trampy in them.<br/><br/>She grumbled when he mentioned the hospital situation. "Well I guess that just gives you more incentive not to get injured then doesn't it?" She said, giving him a cheeky grin. "All right I have all my things. Let's go. I don't like how you do things but if that's the only way we're going to be able to do this you better make sure not to hurt anybody that doesn't deserve it." She walked towards the door and opened it, taking a few steps outside before stopping, realizing she didn't know where she was going.