Cassandra, perhaps a little surprisingly, was still making it in to work. She actually hadn't even missed a day despite everything going on with her family. That said, Roy was still giving her a flexible schedule, letting her off when he could tell she wasn't concentrating, which was what found her wandering down the street at lunch time instead of working, a bag of cinnamon buns in one hand.
She walked down the sidewalk not paying much attention, looking for pigeons to feed and occasionally taking a bite of a cinnamon bun herself. Were cinnamon buns a bad lunch? Probably. She didn't care. The pigeons seemed to like them, and she did too.