Cassandra (Sandy) hadn't the foresight at first to get a jacket to wear outside as she looks around.  However once outside and only clad in sneakers, a dark-blue, spandex bodysuit, and black leg warmers, she's quick to head back inside and gather up said leather jacket and a pair of gloves.  Sure she might look a little strange, walking about in said clothing, but she hadn't expected to be walking for long.  One block turns into four as she rounds it completely and comes back to her truck.  With her hair in a tight ponytail, Sandy stands on the sidewalk, a frown working it's way over pink-glossed lips.  "Where is everyone?" She asks of the world and then looks towards her truck.  Did she come in on Saturday again?  No, someone would have shown up by now.  Not to mention she could have hailed some very angry girls by now.  The twenty-two year old leans against her truck and then looks in the back.<br/><br/>Finally, after about ten minutes, she makes another decision.  One to lock up the studio for now, and get in her truck to find out if she can't...well find someone.  Though, somewhere in the back of her mind (and after seeing that blue beam, which she's chalked up to a glare off of a window) she knows something isn't right.  She's just...not willing to accept it yet.