When Cassandra couldn't sleep (which was often), she walked. Sometimes, she ended up in places she didn't desire to be. Sometimes, like tonight, she ended up exactly where she needed to be. Her goal had been to cast the bones and keep looking for the key even though her mind was utterly exhausted. Instead, she had seen a figure... Appear. The corner of her mouth perked up momentarily.
He was not a ghost. No, very clearly he was real and there. Cassandra stepped close - perhaps too close, peering at him in the dark of the tower. "You look like you could use a little something to drink. We'll begin with tea," which hadn't answered his question at all. "Answers to follow," she added as she turned calmly towards the ladder that led to the Divination room. She certainly wasn't going to take a strange man to her quarters. That was breaking too many rules of etiquette.
"Humor me when I ask, what year is it?" she asked as she ascended the ladder, pushing open the trap door and entering the tower which was only slightly lighter than the area below. She'd uncovered the windows in the day so there were hints of starlight and moonlight streaming in.