[At the present, all Cain wants to do is shriek about how insane this plan is, and who approved it, anyway? But he can probably figure out the answer, given the increasingly suicidal missions that his higher-ups deem fit to send him on.]
[Now is not the time to shriek and complain, anyway. It's time to play the hero, even if all he wants to do right now is lift his gas-hood and empty the contents of his stomach on some unfortunate chaos soldier.]
[He's hot on Gaunt's heels. Figuratively, since they are all up in the damned air.]