"Hey, no falling unconscious." She slaps at Eric's cheeks, wishing sorely that she could find some smelling salts to keep him awake.  Instead she looks down at him, kneeling over him, and yet managing to stay largely out of his blood.  Don't girls normally faint at a finger prick? And yet she's got her shoes all up in his blood and doesn't seem to bat an eyelash.  She slaps his face, gently, again to keep him from going under.  "You get through this and I'll give you a kiss, alright?" Making a deal like that. Cassandra knows she's hot as hell, big boobs, nice butt, tall with long legs and she's wearing a spandex unitard.  "You gotta stay with me though.  Tell me about yourself.  What are some of your hobbies?" Keep them talking, granted it wears them out, but it keeps their mind going well enough until a doctor could get there.<br/><br/>She does bother looking up, though, to make sure no concrete slab is about to fall on them.  If it looks like they're in a safe place, she'll remain where she is.  There's hardly any good that can come from moving him unless this area is less safe than she thinks.  Well, of course it's not all that safe, that robot tore this place up.  For now, though, her attention is completely on Eric.  Not even worrying about that faceless guy like she probably should be...