Casey looked at Alistair, she had been playing with her hair for a while before letting it fall down her back again. She raised one eyebrow, letting her chin rest on her hand.<br/>"What good is that going to do, if you have nothing to campare it to Al? You can't go around town taking samples from everyone you meet." Sure it was good that he had found some trace of who made Frank, but it was useless at this point, at least to her. She leaned back in her chair, letting out a sigh when she got a text. It was from her parents, telling her to get her ass home. She got up from her chair, excusing herself from the others and went outside. She called her father who was angry that she hadn't stayed at home when she was still recovering.<br/>"Sir, I'm just hanging out with some friends... Yes it's the ones from that night, but I'm fine really... Please dad." Her eyes went hard as she spoke with him, he disliked her friends believing they were the cause of her accident. He had told her to stay away from them, threatening to move again away from them.