[Cain glances over at the door, scrambling to get his feet off this desk like a scolded juvie. After the impulse passes to freak out, he stands up. Holy or not, those heat sensors are a pain in the ass.]
I'm not in a decent state right now. Come back later. [A flat lie, and one not like to buy him much time, but he has to try. He suspects he knows why she is on the warpath, after all.]