[Cain watches her keenly and raises an eyebrow when she walks up to the counter, curious to what she was trying to accomplish. it becomes clear to him when she holds out her hand and asks to see the flask. he steps back, squinting his eyes and putting on his best customer service voice. a gruff;]

Miss, I'm gonna have to ask you to not cut in line.

[as he says this, he quickly tucks the flask back into his pocket.]

I know you're busy and it's the holiday rush but it's no excuse to disregard your fellow man.

[Cain knows exactly what he's doing and, honestly, he's thrilled by it even if he's doing his very best not to crack a smile as he stares Clover down with all the seriousness he could muster.]