There was something weary and sad about Cassandra's smile, even without being able to see the look in her eyes. "I only wish that they could have helped more," she said. His comment about the authorities wasn't particularly noteworthy. Cassandra's business dealings were all perfectly legitimate and she never cut corners. That didn't mean she liked applying for all the licenses and submitting to inspections...<br/><br/>Before he stepped out of the car, he paused. Her eyes widened behind the darkened glasses. "Thank you," she said. "I will keep that in mind." Perhaps he could be of assistance to the Oracle. The engine revved and the driver prepared to pull away. "Wait," she said, watching Bateman disappear into the crowd. Once he was out of her line of sight, she motioned for the driver to proceed.<br/><br/>The guards relaxed without the wild card in their presence. So did James. Turning towards him to answer his question, she was trapped within her own mind before she could answer. She didn't feel his hand squeezed hers. A couple of the guards shifted. Her neurological disorder didn't pose a threat to them but it made them nervous when she went from being as in the moment as she ever was to somewhere else entirely.<br/><br/>Cassandra was even more pale than she had been back at the mall. "Yes," she whispered, reaching for her water bottle. Six days. Six days to decide whether she was going to try and prevent what she had Seen or let it happen. "Are you looking forward to the benefit?" she asked, trying to sound as natural as possible.