You wanna help out some guy you barely know that bad?

[Cain glances sideways, casual, hands tucking into the pockets of the dark hoodie he's wearing as they walk.]

Sure, whatever. Be my guest. [Cy is friendly, and helpful—and maybe he's taking advantage of that now. Any guilt elicited is pressed down, because it's a matter of reality. Nothing's changed.] Just make sure they're not... weird about it. If they want money or something, fine, but I don't have much right now so they're gonna have to deal with that.