There’s a moment before Cassandra responds, where she thinks of giving the honest answer- she doesn’t know. Not completely. She’s forced herself to be sure, just so she knows something, just so she can plan for something in this ridiculous fucking shitshow of a world.

But then another thing occurs to her. She grimaces, knowing Laura should find out, but not really having admitted it to anyone else, not yet.

“...Martin got injured a while ago. Bad. There’s- look, I don’t know how to explain it, but he’s not human, not technically. And his blood’s filled with such bullshit that he has to go out and vomit all the time. But...I had to stop the bleeding somehow.”

She takes off one of her gloves. Her hand’s pale, like all of her, but the damage is obvious: there are black spots dotting it, and two fingernails are missing. It’s no wonder she’s keeping herself covered.

“I’ve got a fucking feeling that something’s going to kill me, Laura. Whether it’s this bullshit or something else.”