How would I know that?! I've never even met - Ugggggh!

[Her foot aches, her shoulder is sore. Cassandra is tired, and her head hurts. With a sore-throated groan, she presses her forehead to the glass door and leans into it. The glass is cool, almost a little comforting against the whirling storm inside her.]

I told them not to step inside that shell house, but did anyone listen to me? Noooo.