Dressed and with messages sent, Cassie soon joined Birkhoff in the kitchen. Between the smell of coffee and eggs, it was almost like she was back home with Diana and Bruce.
Feeling more confident and less vulnerable fully dressed, Cassie took a quick glance around the place. The clothing choices had been an interesting mash-up of Sombra's clothing. A pair of bright purple leggings, a matching tank top, and a black jacket with boots. It definitely was not Cassie's cup of tea, but she was not going to complain.
"Whoever these belong to?" She made a face and shook her head. "Can I help with anything?" It was the least she could do all this considered. "Sorry for the, ah, thing and the wall, by the way."