"Oh, now you're just dragging it out."

Cassandra huffs, but it's clearly not as mean as it could be. She's a bit too tired for that. Instead she goes ahead and gets a glass, making a little noise of agitation when her glove gets wet- but she's not taking it off. She returns in a minute, sitting across from Laura and crossing her arms.

"There you go. Try to make it as simple as possible? If there's any chance of that happening?"