"Motorcycle riding scruffy man people aren't really my type," Cassie remarked from the doorway where she'd been lurking for about the last twenty seconds, staring between the pair of them like they were insane. She looked like she was about to leave, a bag slung over her shoulder and her shoes on (usually discarded and left by the main entrance to the penthouse, much to the annoyance of everyone who managed to trip over them). "So where is it you expect me to run away from?" she asked curiously, going to the refrigerator to paw around until she found a bottle of water and then dropped it into her bag.