[Though Cain is a people person, he isn't gathered with the others tonight. It's a nice night, cool and crisp but not too cold--just the kind of weather that his uniform was designed for. Or this particular one that came with him, anyway. Maybe he could request the Valhallan greatcoat this winter for extra warmth.]
[Meteor showers don't hold much for him in either positive or negative ways, other than the stray paranoid concern about being beaned in the head by a falling rock. Still, they're something to look at as he nurses a hot cup of tanna and muses over the thought of building a home with friends from the Imperium. Cain is seemingly unaware that his night is about to become a bit more complicated.]