Cassandra rose, strapping on her blade across her back, shifting her pack so that it was comfortable on her back as well. She followed, silent, grabbing a plate of breakfast and juice, sitting down with Lorenzo. She ate quietly, thinking to herself. 

She hadn't had French Toast in months...and she swallowed around a wave of emotion. Sunday's had been French Toast day at home, and she'd always make it with her Mother. She dropped her fork, pushing away her half finished food. 

She finished off her juice, and wondering what today would bring. She really hoped there wouldn't be a rouge demon again, and she glanced at the time, looking about for Kiddo and Ren.