Cassandra Cain

"Mmmm, yup." She leans into the hug for a long moment then steps into the apartment. It's hard to find time to hang out and do normal friend activities that don't involve capes or training, but the weather is so miserable outside even the criminals are staying indoors. Steph tosses the microwavable popcorn packet over to Cass. "It's super ultra movie theater style, which probably means dosed in delicious buttery chemicals," Steph says as she flops onto the couch. It's a good couch. She's spent more than her share of early mornings and late nights on it after bad nightmares, and Steph gives the cushion an affectionate little pat. "Did you decide what you wanna watch? I brought all our options."