[ Cassandra huffs at the sound of the lighter- she tends to associate cigarrettes with acting ignorant at this point, even if the person isn’t actually doing so. ]

What I’m saying is you don’t need to keep an eye on me. I mean, what are you going to do? Have fist fights with me until I collapse? You all might as well lock me in a fucking cage at that point.

[ She doesn’t actually want that. But she wants someone else to feel miserable right now. Guilty. ]