Erin bites her lip, but when she hears Cassandra's hand she takes an educated guess before hopping onto the table. She finds a glass by the way it disturbs the vibrations from her own footsteps and scoots towards her friend. It scrapes along the wood the whole way.

This done, Erin sits with her knees drawn up to her chest, wrapped in her napkins and worry written on her face.

Hoping her friend is okay.