[It's true that if Cain was the hand of the Emperor's Will that he is supposed to be, he would have long ago been put down for trying to take out all the aliens and heretics and psykers present. Things are not that simple in reality, both personally and in a political sense. Getting along keeps his neck in one piece. That and for all Eridan's talk about troll superiority, he's still just the damn lonely kid who cried purple tears into his shirt the other day.]
[Not that it stops him from finding Eridan a total nuisance at the same time, but hey. He casually takes a sip of the tanna to keep himself warm, since he didn't bundle up as much as he normally would.]