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[CAIN]

Cain was quick to identify strangers, to a degree that was almost eerie -- one could be on his docks for five minutes and he'd be there in the next two, that intent sea-green stare locked on the foreign face. He didn't need to know every last detail of his people to be content, but he made it a point to know names and try to compile as much information as possible. It was... useful. And besides, what was the point in calling himself their Commander if he couldn't even bother to know who they were? Cain had always lived in the thick of things, forging relationships with people in the Market, and he didn't intent to stop now.

"Amren, darling," he drawled, that crooked, boyish grin shifting upwards as he was suddenly beside her, shadows swirling at his feet as stepped forward out of the air and stopped next to the girl, "Don't you think it's a little rude to go rooting around in someone's clothing?" His gaze was on her for a moment, before it was taking in the other two. Jeong he recognized, though he only knew his name through others; this stranger, however, was interesting. "Cain Pendragon," he supplied, again with that easy smile, "Nice to meet you -- Rainier, yeah?"

His stare was thorough, analytic, shifting over them with no effort to hide that he was taking mental notes. Cain didn't care if others noticed what he was doing, frankly -- and besides, there was little he couldn't talk himself through. They didn't call him Silvertongue for nothing. His gaze broke off its mission briefly as he considered Sola, and he greeted, "Hey, kiddo. How're you holding up?"

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