Cassie observed the exchanges, nervous for the group at the door and getting more nervous all around. She liked it when things went by routine, because any variation meant something might be wrong, and when something was wrong, it was probably really wrong.<br/><br/>"He's probably just crazy," Cassie answered Dave in a small voice. She glanced at Atlanta who, for some reason, she always found a little intimidating.<br/><br/>Cassie wondered if she should join the group at the door. She was shit with a gun, and certainly no fighter, but she had earned a reputation as a good lookout. Fear made her careful and quiet, and she had spotted skulking zombies and alerted the sentinels on more than one occasion.<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>