The rogue mage seemed to turn to her, a young man older than Cassie herself, long hair, disheveled, likely homeless, still grinning as the arm of glass raised up, and then poised, like a scorpion's tail, barbed even, and was ready to strike...<br/><br/>"You... one of them?  The suits that walk the dark and listen in..." the man says, laughing a bit, but his gaze was piercing "The poison in the water of the lead pipes has a machine that transmits to them..."<br/><br/>Sense or no, at least he wasn't attacking as the glass hardened into it's poised position...<br/><br/>(Still in initiative)