Cassandra only shrugs. It is nothing to her whether people see the spirits hounding her steps or not. If no one saw them, they would still be there, and that concerns her more than who might see them, or hear what they have to say. "They are not personal. They simply are, whether we happen to be aware of them or not." But she's too tired to really argue (simply because she's been working, anyone would be tired - ) and she waves the subject away dismissively.

"I feel fine." The words come readily; they're the same ones she's been saying for days to anyone who might dare to imply that she might be less than well, or suggest that a rest might benefit her.