After a solid month of nearly unbroken repression, numbness and apathy it should have been a good sign that Cara actually felt something when she woke up this morning, but when that something was utter mortification with a good dash of confusion thrown in, she couldn't get back to pushing things back down into emotional white noise fast enough.

A bank. She thought she was a bank. She'd developed a random accent, tried to convince people to invest in her, and she was quite sure she'd been mistaken for a whore. More than once. Though at least she'd had the presence of mind to kick Nathan in the gut.

Even if she should have aimed lower.

[ooc: establishy]

RaboPlus woke alone, which was an unusual state of affairs. But there was no time to ponder, after all she was a bank with a mission! A mission to find people dissatisfied with their current, boring banks and provide them with an alternative. A fun bank, a bank on the side. There were people out there who needed her!

Leaving a note with her (incredibly attractive) interest rates for the missing occupant of the room, RaboPlus went in search of new customers.

[OOC: So Cara's a bank now. Banks are cool.]