[She glances back, every now and then. He's - Barbara would call him a powder keg, she thinks. Yearning to explode.
She stops, suddenly, as they come to a turn, and gestures for Raphael to imitate her as she presses her back to the wall. She's not worried about it; he might wish for a fight, but she doesn't think he'd want people hurt just for that.
When the danger has past, she straightens, but she doesn't start to move just yet. Instead, she turns to him, voice soft.]
tell me if this is cool!
She stops, suddenly, as they come to a turn, and gestures for Raphael to imitate her as she presses her back to the wall. She's not worried about it; he might wish for a fight, but she doesn't think he'd want people hurt just for that.
When the danger has past, she straightens, but she doesn't start to move just yet. Instead, she turns to him, voice soft.]
It's...okay. To worry.
[Cass offers a faint smile.]
I...worry about my brothers.