[ Cain goes incredibly still when Brink shows up. Worse yet, there's something in his mouth and he doesn't like the focus it draws to his mouth and teeth. It isn't normal to react like this but he knows his weakness here and there isn't much he can do but work past it. When Brink moves into the other room, he breaths again and takes a moment for himself to shake it off.

He turns to Dodger and shrugs one shoulder, can't help but let his offhand fidget at his side while he works through the tension. He hadn't expected that at all. ]

That's your robot dog, Brink. I'm not especially good with dogs so I don't really know the deal on that. [ He laughs, quick and brief. ] Sorry I'm not a whole lot of help on filling you in.