Cain watched her play, hands in his pockets and rocking back slightly on his heels. While he watched her, something most people would think entirely impossible happened. His face slowly softened, that constant "I'm a badass and if you even think of fucking with me I'll rip out your spine and impale you on it" look fading into something a little more normal. Dandelion was tiny, but seemed very energetic and carefree. She reminded him of Rogue, before Weapon X and the life-draining nature of her powers turned her into a tightly wound ball of nerves and depression.
She was also pretty good. He wasn't sure who this Sensitive Guy was - probably some kind of emo band, given the name - but he had a feeling she was at least on par with him. Then again, Cain kinda liked her, it could just be his bias.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when she took off after hot dogs. He blinked, glancing down at her stuff and back up to her retreating back. She was just leaving it here? Anybody could grab some of the money right out of the case, and that was the best case scenario. "Okay, thanks," he called back to her. "I'll watch your stuff."