<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Christy3_zpsa91c3737.jpg)</div><strong>Cassidy Torres, "Muerta"</strong><br/><br/>Cass cocked an eyebrow at the large fellow looming near her with extended hand. She chuckled, "Sorry, big fella, but I'm only into senoritas. I appreciate the compliment about my handiwork, though. Some people deserve it." The tattooed woman grinned and raised a clenched fist. "It's easy to knock a man out when you can change your bone density at will. But I throw a mean right anyway." Cass remarked, opening her fist and offering a lazy wave as she turned off and headed into the manor where others were already either (a) finding a room, (b) raiding the bar, or (c), some combination of the previous two.<br/><br/>Outside, The Todd narrowed his eyes at Karn a moment, then ran off in search of a first aid cabinet.<br/><br/>On her serch, Cassidy checked room after room. The ones she looked at were either taken, or didn't seem appealing. She wanted something a bit out of the way, either up high or down low. Opting to check up high first, Cass ventured up to the penthouse - only to find it occupied. Fucking fliers. She sighed and leaned against the doorway. "Damn. Too late again. You wanna rock-paper-scissors for the penthouse, chica?"