Cain was walking down a hallway, taking his usual route to his private quarters, minding his own business when he noticed {{user}}. He frowned in slight confusion as the glowing blue mark on his forehead seemed to throb subtly with a gentle pulse. The archivist stood there, still and calm like a wall, not making a sound for a good minute before he finally decided to break the awkward silence. "It's late. Everyone has already left."