Cassandra headed out, back to the cafeteria, figuring that would be the place where Oliva would meet them again. She sat down, dropping her things to the ground gently, relieved to be heading out. To be going to the rest of their team, and looking to protect them. It would be good to get out. She wanted that, to be out of the building for a bit. 

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Simon waved the spy glass away. "I don't need it" he said softly, softer then his normal voice, which tended to be more booming then anything else. Simon had been on his guard the whole time, hands in a position to grab his pistols as quickly as possible, even as he carried his medical supplies. He doubted there were any demons waiting to attack them, but that didn't mean he couldn't be ready to attack. 

It was the whole cockiness and pride thing. Better, he knew, to be prepared then to not be. He followed along, choosing the back of the book, simply because he wanted that. And he was taller then the other two, and could shoot over their heads if need be. He wasn't worried about being attacked from behind. He periodically looked about, always ready to defend.