Cassandra breathed in sharply through her teeth once she registered the direction the voice was coming from. The tree. She had overlooked the tree. While she was hardly operating under optimal conditions, she still ought to have been more vigilant. She looked up, brows furrowing as she stared at the pink-haired child perched on the branch. What an odd looking girl.

Her answer was preceded by a sharp exhale. "I've had worse." It was not a lie - bad days seemed to occur more frequently than the better ones of late. "May I ask what is you're doing up there?"