Examine Cassandra a little better.
From Create Your Own Story
Cassandra isn't terrible to look at. As you take a moment to size her up, pretending to think about your present situation and the choices you face, you look the woman up and down. You'd guess she was in her late thirties or early forties, and her age was just barely beginning to show around her big almond shaped green eyes. Her dirty blonde hair was shoulder length, and a bit frazzled. Given the current situation, that seemed a given. The scrubs she wore hung a bit loose, but you could make out the shape of her form enough to plug in the missing details: thin framed, large breasted, tight small bottom. Her face was pretty, but prettier when she smiled.
"So," she said quietly, interrupting your thoughts. "We need to stick together. Obviously. But we need to decide what to do."
