She flinched for a moment, at the unauthorized touch, but her fingers uncurled in the next. Really, she should have anticipated it anyway. They were in a very compromising position, especially considering the fact that the door was open.

"Not even remotely," she replied, opening her eyes and sitting up.

Cassandra ran her hands over her hair, gathering it into a tangled knot at the base of her spine. The room was uncomfortably warm. "It's mostly the showers. I'd call it a vision, it's so real. Except for the fact that it can't be a vision of it's a memory. Can it?"