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"Why doesn't one of us ask a steward or someone what day it is? And the time, preferably. It'd be nice to know the time. At that, though, I may be trying to find my way towards the band..." Casandra listened to Issac as he suggested they find the time, and immediately nodded. It was imperative they found the time, after all. If they only had a few hours... they needed to be hanging out near the lifeboats. If they had a day or more, it would be nice to enjoy it.

Oliver appeared just then, and Isaac didn't seem to take well to that, so he left. Casandra grumbled under her breath at that. They were in an unfamiliar place, after all, the sight of a horrible disaster nonetheless. Would it be that hard to stick together? She followed after them, gesturing for Carrie to follow as well. She caught up with them at the tail end of Isaac talking about his father and how Oliver looked like him.

"Guys, I get that you don't like each other that much. As much as I respect that, we need to stay together. These dresses are hard to move in-- you have to move a bit slower," Casandra muttered as she looked about the room. Music was playing, and people were moving about the room, enjoying conversation with one another. The nearest group to them was a group of men in their early twenties. Despite the fact that the group would more than likely think Casandra was insane, she walked over to them after pointing to Oliver and Isaac and then at the floor, silently telling them to stay where they were. The group of males noticed her immediately, of course, as a female really approaching a male without consent would be sort of taboo.

"Excuse me, sirs, but may I inquire as to the date and time? It's been a long few days and I've just recovered from an awful bout of fever- been in my bed for quite some time... I must have caught the fever in France, ," She said in the most polite voice she could manage, hoping dearly that her lie was believable enough. One of the men, one who was decidedly either more interested in her or more caring, placed a hand on her shoulder and said he was sorry for her ailment.

"It's the 14th of April, miss. About ten at night," the same man said, leading Cass over to a chair and letting her sit, obviously thinking she still looked pale. She probably did look pale, as her mind was frozen on the date. The 14th. ten o'clock. The ship would be fatally damaged at only 11:40. "Do you need to go to your room, miss? Lie down?" the man inquired, but she shook her head and stood, thanking him for the information as she walked over to her group again.

"Problem. Big problem. It's about 10 now- we have about two hours until the ship gets hit, and then only a few hours after that until it sinks. Me and Carrie will have no problem, hopefully, getting onto a lifeboat, but... women and children first," Casandra muttered, looking worriedly over to Oliver and Isaac.