Azkadellia watched Cain intently, eyes narrowing slightly. He was caught up in that noise, everything that came with it, and that was easily transferred to her with the way she had been focusing on the former tin man.

She nodded, pushing quickly to her feet. "Right back," she said, dashing to the bucket and towel she had to one side, rinsing most of the dirt off her hands. She ignored the dark lines around her nails, briskly scrubbing her hands with the towel.

Her tablet sat nearby and she grabbed it up, flipping it around in her hands.

"Cain? What is this," she asked, handing it to him.