[ Cain doesn't pass out, but he does have to blink a few times and take a long, slow, deep breath. That... is strong. Very, very strong, and Cain can feel it going straight to his head. Whew.

But after a moment, he feels only a slight buzz of intoxication, and he proceeds to answer Rocket's disbelief with faint indignation. ]

That's right. I'm not yanking your tail at all. It was a mission, after all, I had to get it done no matter what. [ This is far more than Cain would usually say on the subject, but, well... The drink makes it seem like a good idea to share the details. ] Besides, he only had thirty men, if I fought him head on, Leona would have brought my squadron and it would have been a slaughter. This way, no one had to die.