They were all settled in. Her security team didn't seem at all alarmed. They were rather used to orders changing or being given abruptly. The car pulled away from the mall as "Henry" introduced himself. Cassandra took off the sunglasses. Naturally her eyes were an unusual hazel color that tended to shift depending on the lighting, her mood, or what she was wearing. At the moment they looked to be a dark amber color.<br/><br/>She folded the glasses and pulled the case out of her purse, tucking them away before she looked back up at Bateman. "Nice to meet you... Henry," she said. There was nothing in her tone or expression to suggest that she didn't believe him but there was a knowing gleam in her eyes. He was lying. That was not his name but she wasn't going to call him out on it, that would mean revealing her own secret. Her instincts were never wrong.<br/><br/>"My name is Cassandra," she said. Cassandra leaned forward and was about to offer him a gloved hand to shake when her eyes went unseeing. The limo went over a speed bump, jostling the passengers. Her prone form fell forward, hastily righted by one of the members of her security team. Again, it didn't come as a shock to them.<br/><br/>"She's got some sort of neurological disorder," one of the more youthful guards, in appearance and attitude, explained. His hardened superior gave him a withering glance. "What? I'm not telling him anything he couldn't have read in the papers! Her illness isn't exactly-"<br/><br/>"- a secret?" Cassandra finished the statement for him. She reached into her purse and pulled out the sunglasses again. The woman looked even more pale than she had before, if that was possible. Wrapping her arms around herself, she shivered and looked out the window. A a grim smile crossed her lips as she hummed "Time Is On My Side" by Rolling Stones. Not even the flash of the man being shot could overwhelm her relief that they had escaped.<br/><br/>She always had had a knack for timing. A little bit longer and none of them would have been able to leave. "May I ask where you're trying to get to?" she said, eying Henry intently. The gaze that rested on him was all too aware and yet there was something off about it too.<br/><br/>Note- Knowing when someone is lying IS part of her gifts, you are welcome to refer to her sheet if you wish. Just didn't want anyone to think I was metagaming or anything. :)