[Cain must have gotten the feeling that there's a large, arrow-shaped sign outside the club with "HE'S IN HERE" written on it in bright lights by now, because he's got another visitor, striding purposefully towards him with a grim look on her face. Not bothering to ask permission, she shoves the chair at the opposite end of the table aside with a mechadendrite and sits down in her usual way in its place, bringing herself head-height with Cain. She studies him obliquely, face and body turned slightly to the side, but without eyes it's hard to tell if she's really looking at him.]