[Cain, in his full 6'6" athletic and mutton-choppy glory, strides back into the bar. He pauses at the entrance to shake a bit of snow off his military boots and the bottom of his leather black greatcoat.]
[He adjusts his high-peaked hat, taking a moment to survey those present for familiar faces or to see if anyone is glaring at him for leaving with Eridan. The moment he sees Karkat, his searching stops and he walks over, setting on his best calmly neutral face.]