a greenhouse fogged with humidity.
she reaches over and draws a little bat on the glass, gloved hand lightly squeaking across the pane. cassandra expected to turn the corner at any point and find one of ivy's carnivorous plants waiting for them, but it really was just a greenhouse, full of lively green and rainbow colors, and much warmer than the chilled night.
"yours?" she gestures around them, turning back toward memoir with a smile — hidden by the mask but it does make her cheeks move and her eyes squint a little, so she hopes it comes across to him.
greenery, flowers, plants in general, really have never been a strong suit of cassandra's. she could tell you purposes from medicinal to fatal but growing them and keeping them just for a hobby - well easy to say she's a killer of plant kind too.
the warmth is a nice break from the chill outside, though she knows it's only temporary. how she craves to return home and sip a hot mug of tea could probably be deduced by anyone who even slightly knows her.
"thank you." a pause. "for help." from what little she knows of this other hero, though that title is a stretch, he isn't one to get involved in most things unless it benefits him directly. so to show her a hideout until her backup could arrive, meant a lot to the bat.
