She can see the tension. He's even more in the dark than she is, in certain ways. There's no trace of recognition there.

It stings. She hadn't even gotten to see him again before she woke up here.

Cassandra sighs, pulling the cowl off and spreading her arms in an attempt to mollify him. "Cassandra. Batgirl." One step at a time, even if that doesn't really begin to cover it.

"... You don't recognize me." This was going to be fun to try explaining to the others.