Cave noticed her limping, and rubbed his eyes in frustration. He couldn't very well just leave her outside waiting like that, could he?

Throwing on some more respectable clothing, he joined her on the step.

"Are you okay? I mean, your ankle looks bad but...are you okay? I didn't peg you for the drinking type."

In fact, if he scoured his memory, he'd find her to be more of a 'never drinking type'.

"Is it your job? We can work something out if that's it."

He wouldn't outright say it, but it unnerved him to see her like this.