You do have a bit of a chin.

[bitchytramp]

There is a blonde girl in Chicago.

Okay, technically, there is a blonde girl getting dumped out of the cab of a semi-truck, and a bag being tossed out after her.

"Fine! You be that way, you common little burk!" she shouts as the semi drives off. "See if I ever... oh, bugger it, he's already gone

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[taibhsearachd]

Kara is curled up in one of the chairs in the lobby, for no other reason than that she was bored and... like a quarantine's going to stop her from wandering wherever she likes. One leg's curled underneath her, the other against her chest with her chin resting on her knee.

Cassandra gets a few steps into the lobby before Kara speaks, saying far too cheerfully, "It won't work."

There's something about Cassandra that bothers her. It bothers her a lot. She hasn't quite put her finger on it, but give her a moment, she'll get there.

[bitchytramp]

Cassandra looks over and arches an eyebrow at Kara. She doesn't exactly look respectable, or rich, or like she works here (or at all). Like she's one to talk, Miss "can't hold down a job because she talks back to the managers and insults the customers".

"Were you talking to me?" she asks, a bit patronizingly.

[taibhsearachd]

"Yes," Kara says in a soft sing-song tone, giving Cassandra a somewhat patronizing look herself. "Cassandra O'Brien. You." Duh. "It won't work. Mostly because they're not stupid. Well. Not that stupid."

[bitchytramp]

"Oh. You've heard of me, then?" Cassandra asks, preening a little. Good god, only she would be stupid enough to think that anybody knows or cares who she is.

I, however, am smart enough to know that... that's not normal. Well. Who is nowadays?

Psychic. Lovely.