Her reaction is passive, her eyes keeping the fear that they've been holding since he came to help her out. "You're already planning a next time? I'm flattered." It's easy to make herself sound like she's flippant and easy going, and that they've got all the time in the world to stand around and flirt. It's easy to pretend, even if it doesn't ever match the look in her eyes. Still, she offers him a smirk in return, and moves past him to guide the way toward the small corridor that leads to the back hallways.

There's a large gathering of the prisoners around the corner, and Cassandra spots the door to the side hallway right past them. She doesn't hesitate as she moves forward, determination in every movement as she attempts to clear as many of the undead as possible so he doesn't have to waste all of his bullets trying to help her out. His life is on the line here too, of course, but it's because of her that he's even caught up in this area.

She fights hard and fast, desperate to get to that door so they can try to find a way out in peace. She's running low on energy and knows that she can keep going even when she's got nothing left in her to give, but doesn't want someone she doesn't know well to see her as weak. It's better for her if he thinks she can kick his ass if it ever comes down to it.