It’s difficult to hide from a rogue, Bucky. (Particularly one who hides in exactly the same fashion, albeit for other reasons.) Cassandra settles into the seat across from him, already pulling out a slip of paper and a pencil.

“It isn’t?” She asks curiously, beginning to sketch out the beginnings of a map for him. “It’s closer to my world that I’ve seen in... a while. Mine has more magic, I think. And more dragons, potentially, although I’m not necessarily counting them out after what I’ve heard tell about being in the forest.” And what she’s seen, for that matter. “But very similar in technology and atmosphere.”