The man is familiar in a strange way, like a memory buried within a dream, difficult to place save for scenes that work their way across her mind in flashes both brief and loud. She yelled at him, she thinks, or at least felt the need to. It was at a party, probably the one when she first arrived. She can't remember much of that at all, save for a girl who looked just like her and the morning after, waking up in the bushes to find Cassie hovering above her.

He bothered her when she was having an enjoyable enough time on her own. She should return the favor.

"Planning to build something?" She asks, coming up behind him as quiet as she can.