Cassie hadn't met many dudes who used the word 'blouse' conversationally. Actually, she hadn't met anyone who used the word 'blouse' conversationally. Or answered questions about their occupation like a total weirdo. He was such an odd duck. Scratch that, they were all odd ducks. "My blouse," she answered to Colleen and told Jasper, "I don't know, I borrowed it." All of her nice clothes she wore as Pepper's assistant had been destroyed with the tower, she'd had to raid Kate's closet.
The theft of her spring rolls hit her hard, but she stopped herself from protesting. Better not say anything, pretend you brought that for them and not to eat later. "A little trouble, but she let me come on up once I bought those." Cassie glanced away quickly; the spring rolls were beyond her grasp, they belonged to Misty now.
She watched as her new bosses and their (obviously) gay receptionist piled onto the couch together and then turned her chair around to face them. Were there even lenses in Misty's glasses? Better not to stare too hard there, either. She stared at the can of Fancy Feast on the floor, instead. "Nice place you've got here."