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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Cassie...? she mouthed to herself in confusion. Where had that come from? She'd told him her name, right? ...yeah, yeah she had. Cassie and Shannon sounded nothing alike. It registered then that he sounded a little confused, himself, so she wondered if maybe whoever Cassie was, she was a memory coming back to him, because as far as Shannon could remember, she hadn't heard a Cassie mentioned anywhere in the journals as of yet. That was decidedly good, Shannon thought, because the more little things he remembered, the more big things he would remember eventually. At least, logically speaking - not that anything so far about this place had been logical.

He repeated the information she'd given in the form of a question, as if trying to fully process what she'd said and then asked what the fuck was wrong with people. "Right?" Shannon asked with her own brand of irritation toward whoever was behind this whole thing. It was more to herself than to him, because the way in which he asked suggested to her that he didn't think she'd have an answer and he wasn't wrong. She didn't.

Although, when he said Sam was his kind of guy, Shannon smiled a little. She, on the other hand, was still waffling on how she felt about Sam. "You and me both," she agreed, however, to the sentiment that maybe-Dean would like to pick Sam's brain about a way to get out. She had thought that Sam's idea to take a head count was a good idea, too, and it wasn't lost upon Shannon that Dean had mentioned the same thing Sam had - getting to know who was around and what they could do. Maybe-Dean sounded more and more like actually-Dean the more he talked. "I don't know, I don't really know him, but I guess so. I mean, he said he went to Stanford," she replied absently. "That's, like, a really good school, so...I guess he'd have to be."

A smirk crossed Shannon's lips and she looked over at him from an awkward angle when he called her Super Girl again. "Well, I'm glad one of us does, Hulk," she joked back, mainly to keep herself from worrying about the fact that if some sort of threat did expose itself, Shannon was weighed down with a semi-disabled guy who was not only taller, but larger than she. Never mind the fact that Shannon had never actually had to defend herself. She could see the art museum up ahead, but it still seemed miles away; an illusion of the mind to frustrate and deflate her, she assumed.