Again, I'm reminded of just how little problem Cassandra has with personal space. She's practically laying on me as she sniffs me and has no problem with it.

That's nothing compared with how free she is about taking her clothes off. Apparently it's no big deal at all.

"You can't just take your clothes off around someone," I shout at her as I strip off my own clothes and wrap the towel around myself. "How old are you anyway? Could I go to prison for what I just saw?"