[Cain, huh. He may be privy to a fruit basket in the future, but that isn't a name he's familiarized himself with just yet. Then again, he's got a bad habit of not collecting the names of everyone he comes across. Something about having met too many people as it is...not a gripe he can voice in front of Diva.

Just in general. An extended life has made some banal interactions even more so.

He'll let her adjust and cling -- he does mean to embrace her with that arm, but she's clung to it. His hand merely curves, cradling what he can reach of her.]

Did someone tell you otherwise?

[Randos filling her brain with shit...it's always worth checking ahead of a response.]

Of course, Diva, you're quite important to me. Because of that, we'll figure out some way to fix you.

[It's said confidently, but he's not so sure. The orbiters done fucked up bigtime.]