"I can usually spot injured people," she sighed. "They're large. I have good eyes."

Cassandra ran a hand through her hair. All at once, a wave of utter exhaustion hit her. She had spent the entire week shooting at creeping, crawling things with Boromir and Ianto. Her fingers were sore and bloody. Her arms were tired. There was simply not enough left in her to continue this argument.

She took the remaining coins out of her pocket and walked over to the bar, setting them down by Apollo's elbow. "Don't walk home tonight in your condition," she said. "Stay here."