(((OOC: LMAO, and OH BUGGER.  That's not kosher.)))<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cassie<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Wheeler<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Landing Yard<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sue, Mya<br/><hr/><br/>Cassie jerked at the sound of her name, and then nodded, slipping out of the mule, grumbling softly as she caught the corner of her jacket on one of the protrusions.  She dropped to the dirt, moving over, glancing over the stretcher and Sue, before moving to help Mya get the stretcher put together.  She kept pausing for split seconds, her eyes darting this way and that, once actually turning and looking over at the crowd around the mule, her eyes darting over it for a moment as a strange niggling attacked the back of her brain, but she thrust it aside.  "Yeah.  Mya, was it?  C'mon.  Sooner I get out of the line of fire, the better I'll feel.  They don't SEEM to have anything large or high-powered, but that could just be because they haven't brought it to bear yet," she growled.