"That doesn't surprise me." she said, and it didn't. That family had the pits at their disposal, and who knew what else they were going to gain over the years. She'd been born simply for the purpose of protecting Ra's himself, the 'Old Ra's' as Terry had put it. To be his perfect body guard. Things hadn't gone according to plan, but Cassandra had no doubt the man, if he could dodge all his enemies, would be around for a while. The pits just kept bringing him back.
Her eyes glanced to Terry, watching him slightly. She didn't like talking. At least he wasn't asking for her complete life story. Finally she uncrossed her arms, and looked back to the hologram of Shiva. "Computer: Simulate David Cain." and just like that, the hologram switched to a large, middle aged man with pale blond hair, quite the opposite looking of Cassandra. "David Cain. Assassin, also with the League." she stated, looking back at Terry. She watched him very carefully now as she told him.
His reaction would translate to his body movement somehow, and she'd be able to read it. To know what it was he was thinking, and what it probably meant he was thinking about her. She was torn about Cain. She hated him, but she couldn't let him die. There were so many years when she thought she was happy living with him, when she didn't know better. The relationship between them was extremely strange. Still, Bruce was the better of the two fathers. He understood her, and he didn't judge.