[As soon as Dick is through the door, Cain sits up more rigid astride the stool, hands in his lap and curled into tight bloodless fists. It's not his business to get involved between the two of them, but dark eyes follow Dick across the room like a watchful guard dog nonetheless. Trusts Jason more than anything to have picked someone he can trust -- family, it seems, which is a decent indicator -- but he's uneasy through this whole ordeal.

The words that call him out just make him relive the worst of that experience as he'd watched Jason go down, the assailant's shadow lost in the crowd. How adrenaline of fear kicked into his body. It's draining out of him now and he feels exhausted for it, but that pales in comparison to the pain he knows Jason is experiencing. But he's alive. That's the crucial fact.]

Guy came at him out of nowhere, used the crowd to stay anonymous and secure a quick getaway. Bastard's a coward.

[Cain had wanted to go after him, but the priority of getting Jason somewhere safe while he bled came first.]

Might wanna wrap your hand, uh. [Since he'd used his fingers to guard against a fucking blade.] There's some more bandages in the kit.