It was going to take more than a grin to make up for all this madness and if looks could kill, half the customers would be dead after hollering at her. She folded her arms and spared them a glare before returning that glare in Tony's direction. "I have a job," she informed him with her eyes narrowed and accusing, wondering why he was here and not at his own job. Like this even mattered that much to her; she hadn't ever taken her high paying job working for Tony this seriously. There was no reason she should feel all that responsible about a barista position, and yet her she was full of self righteous outrage. This was like her place, so why was it suddenly a zoo and why was Tony behind it?
"I couldn't take a whole week off! There's bills to pay and homework and stuff." 'Stuff' being anything from crime fighting to catching up on Dog Cops, both of which were more preferable to Cassie than Mexico or tequila. "So, again, Tony-" she was interrupted by a patron who suggested loudly that if she was back behind the counter there, then she ought to be working and it was hard not to tell the guy off. Cassie wasn't totally sure whether she still had (or wanted) a job in this brave new coffee shop, and so it was better to ignore the clamor and try to get Tony off the counter so they could go into the back and talk. "Come on," she commanded and, with another hard tug on his jacket, turned and stalked into the backroom.