Being wary of Cain is probably the smartest way to go, and Cain himself doesn't exactly try to hide that part of himself either. All he really wants to do is stay in control of any situation, and keep people on their toes.

"Good." The tentative nod is enough, and he grabs his jacket as he heads out, aiming for the stairs that lead them to the parking lot. "I still train at least a couple times a week, even though it's fucking pointless now, but they got us all holed up in those cushy apartments and you kinda start going out of your damn mind after a while." His nightly activities still include the same thing as on the ship as well. Fighting and fucking- though he supposes with Abel around, he doesn't have to waste any time with other people. At least until he gets bored with this one.

"Better keep up, though. We've got a betting pool going and if you fuck up my standings, I'm gonna be real pissed."