Cassie sat at her table, tensely clenching her cup of water, as she watched the ruckus across the room. Now the writer lady had gotten involved, and whatever she said to Ricky had made his face go all serious. It had also drawn the cook's attention.<br/><br/>The drunk running into the bar had scared Cassie so badly, she had nearly fallen out of her seat. She wondered if she'd ever get used to the world; she actually missed the bunker.<br/><br/>She had come into the bar after a day of mending clothing for a chance to relax. Barry was not relaxing. Cassie felt more on edge than ever and acutely alone.<br/><br/>Dave Osbourne sat nearby, not that she knew him well. It was hard not to know just about everyone in a small community like this. He also sat alone. Cassie got up, taking her water with her, and moved to his table, sitting down at it with an apologetic glance at him.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry ... do you mind if I sit here?" she asked. She didn't give him a chance to say no as she sat down.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br/>Handgun<br/><br/>Body Points: 93<br/>Stamina Points: 66<br/><br/>Status: Well rested</div></div>