She hadn't been in the house in quite some time because of certain incidents that could have linked back to her but at this moment, those didn't seem to matter to her. All that mattered was that she would be going into the famous Murderhouse, travel into the basement to find the one and only Tate Langdon-- one who she adored with her whole self more than she'd probably admit to herself but had to him on more than one occasion. Frankly the obsession was borderline but in retrospect, she wasn't all that aware nor cared in the least. If she found herself getting a little too excited, she'd hoped that the other would calmly set her straight--or reasonably straight depending on the circumstance but either way, Tate always knew what to do when it came to Cassidy-type situations. Slipping in through the doors, creeping down the steps to the basement and walking towards the middle of the room she smiled, her hand containing a bottle of alcohol, "A full bottle of your favorite and a flask just in case we run out."