Cain moved, carried by the forward momentum; another step, two, before the lack of echoing foot steps showed up on his internal radar. Then, Glitch's voice.

He turned on his heel and marched right back, jabbing one hard finger in the center of his friend's chest. "Hey! Don't you dare."

So much for not hurting your friends. This was just another piece in a long chain of evidence to the fact you shouldn't talk if you can avoid it.