"Well, I had cleared my schedule last week," she pointed out dryly. If he wanted to jab at her, no matter how little, she was going to jab back and with a little more bite to it. She was still mad at him for getting her all wrapped up in the 12 Monkeys and the virus and saving the world, completely derailing her career in the process, and then abandoning the mission. It was frustrating and it had soured her and she knew she had to stop herself from going down that hole, but it was just so easy to slide into all those feelings again.
Cass pressed her lips together in a thin line to stop herself from saying anything else while he looked over her board. She purposefully kept her distance, stayed on the other side of the desk, but tracked his movements like a hawk. Where he lingered, that had to mean something, whether it was because she was missing something or he hadn't seen it before, she didn't know. She only cared that he told her, too.
"Well, I didn't have much else to do while I was recovering from a bullet wound. Going over Jones' work made me feel useful and it stopped me from pulling my stitches. Mostly." She shrugged and tried not to let it show that it mattered what he thought. Still, after everything. She just wanted to hate him for messing up her life, for putting Jennifer's life above the mission, above her own. Cass really did not like Jennifer Goines and she did not like how Cole protected the other woman.