Cassandra pretended not to notice the flinch, but she was worried at that. Who flinched from someoones touch? She snagged one of their aprons, hoping she wouldn't fall flat on her butt bringing out orders, although she supposed she could merely do some of the cooking. That would probably be better. 

She watched the boys go, hoping they would feel better. Swallowing back nerves, she headed out of the kitchen, giving a nod to the sheriff, mainly out of politeness then anything else. She over heard the conversation, about a wol and wondered what that was about. There were wolves in the wild, what was one more? Although if one was running wild, they might have to be careful on their trip. 

Feeling like she was going to make a fool of herself, Cassandra nevertheless took out notepad and pencil, looking about to see if anyone needed their order taken.