(a pocketknife. that might actually do the trick, because even if he can't get the lock undone then the whole unit can be torn from the door. cain certainly just saved him a harrowing trip down the side of the building, which makes him tilt his head up, sniff amusedly, and hold his hand out.)

You know my face. You know distinguishing features that set me apart from the other East Asians currently attending this festival. (a chinese festival. his festival. is it really february 28th, 2010? back home, maybe, but here? there's no way.) You'd have known what route I took, what I was wearing... do you understand now?

(hei, however, has less manners than the average man. he demands it, measuring cain up with a quick drop of the eyes. when they lift, dragging back up to face him with a subdued look, he even snaps his fingers to hurry him along.)

It'll do. Hand it over.