[There's at least two versions of the same dark-haired woman at this party. And they're both rolling in with the energy of a lesbian aunt about to dump gifts on the good kids.

One Cassandra is dressed in a traveler's garb, her hair scruffy and tied off in a short ponytail. A sword hangs stiffly from her hip, even as she makes herself comfortable among the partygoers. At least until she seems to be searching for something... or someone. And now, she's noticed you.]

Hey, you wouldn't have to have seen a young girl? Brown hair? Possibly... knives for hands?

[The second Cassandra is... a tad more formally dressed for the occasion. Her longcoat that of a royal guard's uniform, proudly displaying an insignia of - if anyone recognizes it - the kingdom of Arendelle. This Cassandra keeps her hair short, her gaze set, keeping an eye on things. And, yes, this one also has a sword with her and will not be setting it down. In fact, she's gripping it in one hand-]

Come on, you've got this... don't freeze up now...

[Grumbling to herself, at least until she notices that she isn't alone.]

What are you looking at?