Cassidy had come down off of what adrenaline rush he'd been given about the time that they all wound back up in North Korea. He slumped down against a a wall and looked to Ares and Melpomene, hands running through his hair. "Tell me she's okay," He rasped, his throat sore from growling and yelling.
He hadn't eaten, slept, hadn't had something to drink for the entire day. All that mattered was rescuing Mel and the others.