Cassie flashed her eyes to Yumi. She didn't know wheather to feel guilty or pissed off. She settled for indifference and looked back to Leon, studying the planes of his face. He was good looking to a scary degree, his only flaw was well, that fucking black eye. Cassie stood on her tippy toes and kissed the bruise delicately. "I'm sure you kicked his ass darlin'," Cassandra said, the years she spent in Texas coming out in her accent, like usual, "doesn't mean I have to like the damned thing. It looks painful, did you press an ice pack to it?" the girl took Leon's hand then, entwining her fingers with his as she pulled him to their seats, right next to Yumi.