Once they've had a little bit of quiet and Phalanx has had a chance to settle down, Vincent shifts a little--mostly just getting his own legs out from underneath him so that he can sit on the floor. His knees were starting to ache, crouching there for so long.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asks. He's not going to waste time worrying if he doesn't know, but he'd like to give Phalanx the chance to speak if it would help them feel less awful about whatever it was that was tormenting them.