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Rep hated the kitchen and the less time they spent there in his book at least, the better.

"Nothing ******** wrong with being a ball of psycho. Its the people who never lose their s**t that end up going ******** balls to the wall off the deep end." Like Sasha, he thought with a faint little smirk to himself.

"You are okay, you are still Cass, you just slipped up, that's all, s**t happens."

It looked like there was a bit of a ruckus getting stirred up back at the cafeteria, looked like s**t was pretty damn serious. "And here's the cavalry."

"Nothing to worry about." he lied.

"I try to not lose my s**t when it's inconvenient..." she admitted, but..who could actually control when during a conversation they'd just flip their s**t and bludgeon someone with a non-bludgeoning weapon.

Still, Cass looked rather sheepish hugging her acquired medkit to her chest as they approached the group who had just come because she was a nutball. This was seeming worse and worse and ohhh she was going to die.

At least they'd have a medkit to pretend to use on her corpse when they were done with her. That was one advantage of that trip she'd taken with Rep, right?

Still... it looked like everybody was there. Was it that bad? Did Petra still have a pulse? Just..s**t s**t s**t. She gave Rep a wry smile for his attempt at assuring her she wasn't about to just get thrown to the sharks, but...

Her hands shook ever so slightly. She was replaceable. They didn't have to keep her. She just...

All her frowns. Ever. "I'm here, I was just..." she lifted the medkit a bit then drooped again.

Cass passed Rep a look that said 'Tell my ice cream I loved it'... or Marcus. Marcus or Ice Cream. It was probably Ice Cream. When in doubt, Ice Cream. Never the less she didn't fuss in the least when Clarice grabbed the crook of her arm and began to pull her away. Yep. Gonna die.

Or tell her side of the story. Which would not really make much sense because the tape would show her just flipping her s**t and going to town all of a sudden on Petra with almost no provocation. Which was about right.

Never the less, when she was somewhat out of ear range, Cass turned her attention to the Life Division Assistant, shoulders slumping. "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. I reached my breaking point and I snapped, that's all there really is to it. Replace Petra with anybody and they could have triggered it just as much." she confessed. "What I did was unwarranted and angry and I have no excuses."

Looking into Petra's eyes, Sunny gave a small nod of satisfaction, "Okay, go ahead and dope her up. Give her the good stuff," she gave the Intermediate a fond pat on the cheek, "...kid's gonna need it. Twenty on Mt. Dumbass trying to hug her."





Concern faded to something more neutral as Clarice listened to the brief explanation, if it could even be called such. Loosening her grip, she slid her hold to Cass's hand. "That's not good Cass. If you two were having a disagreement, if it was something personal, that's one thing. That's something understandable, it can be predicted and taken into account. This..."

Cool, smooth metal wrapped around Cass's wrist, several runes lighting up as it softly clicked into place.

"...this is something we can't have happening. The surveillance video will be reviewed, and your Division Leader will be informed. We're going to try and help you, Cass, but for now your weapon will need to be locked down until we figure out how. Do you understand?"

Clarice gave you younger woman a small, tight smile, "We've got this handled for now. Why don't you head back to your room and take some time to settle, gain some equilibrium before you have to face Aria?"

Petra somehow saw Sunny as both the face of evil and the calming balm, the almost affectionate pat to her cheek completely at odds with the satisfaction of her pain and the rather clinical words coming out of her mouth. She wasn't sure whether to despise her or praise her.

As the morphine quickly spread through her system, she settled on the praise and quickly upgraded her to 'worship.'

Rep looked surprised at first as the cuff was brought out, before narrowing his eyes. Just looking at the damn cuff made his stomach twist. It had been a dark time and a ******** dangerous one too. Cass wouldn't be particularly safe for a while. As she met his eye though he forced himself to give her a reassuring lazy sort of smile. Yeah, the cuff was no big deal, she'd be totally fine.

He hated lying.

With Cass gone he had no reason left to stick around, and giving Clarice one long and careful look over - you could never be too careful - he waited for Harrison before heading back to the room.