video; id: cassandra cain-wayne

[cassassin]

[cass is sitting in a parlor or sitting room or something in wayne manor, slumped into a large high-backed armchair. she's got classical music playing somewhere in the background. to say her expression is... troubled? doesn't do it justice. even with the video on, she isn't really focused on her comm's camera while the feed runs, though she glances directly towards it here and there. she looks distracted, like her mind is elsewhere. she's trying to process a lot right now.]

My father... Bruce Wayne. He's ported out. Long enough that... [well. she finishes that thought with a sigh and a vague gesture of her free hand. imPorts know the drill by now: it's been long enough that it's a safe assumption he's home for good, or close to it.] ...Thought people should know.

[for a moment she looks like she's about to say something else, before apparently thinking better of it. so instead, she shakes her head and switches off the feed. not the most verbose post but she's bad at words.]