Cassandra smiled, and after finishing her lunch, she headed to their room, where she gathered a pack, putting in changes of clothes, her note book, photo of her mother and the exorcist she still thought of as a father, and any other btts and pieces she thought she might need, hesitating for a moment, she headed out the room, hunting up some first aid and medical supplies, creating a small, transportable unit, and upon returning to the room, she packed it, then checked she had everything she thought she would need, zipped the pack up, slung it over her shoulder, and picked up her sheathed sword.