Cain, who had been internally screaming almost nigh constantly for the last half hour since immediately being released to his own devices on the rig, was staring specifically at one spot in the elevator, desperately praying to the God Emperor that nothing else would go wrong. At least until he reached his assigned room where he could scream muffled into his pillow in relatively undisturbed silence... which frakking hell, didn't seem forthcoming.

So he opts to give the man opposite a tight smile, a little strained but no less (superficially) sincere.

"It certainly looks like we are," he says ruefully, then pauses to crack an easy joke. "I don't suppose you brought a deck of cards with you?"