Drea's sleeve was up enough to show part of the scar when Cassandra said the "C" word. She leaned forward quickly, having to put her hand on her knee to steady herself. "Shhhhh!" She put her glass up to her mouth in place of the stereotypical finger in front of the lips. "Not so fuckin' loud!" She hissed, then took another drink. She wasn't sure who she was angrier with for letting it slip, herself or Cassandra. But she wasn't thrilled either way.