action;
[Cain stopped and looked at his hands counting off days.]
Oh yeah, it's over. It only overlapped with the other punishment for... two? three? days. [he held his head, trying to massage some of the pain away. He took another cracker, carefully chewing on one side of his mouth, wincing and sitting up when it slipped. He rinsed his mouth with his bottle of water, then hung his form limply.]
The homes here don't lock, do they? There is no way to know if anyone has followed us.