"Eh, pretty sure the drugs are helpin'," Vincent says, referring mostly to the pillows and refusing to take too much credit for something that could almost be considered a skill.

He takes a moment to stretch out next to Irahl, similarly reclined on his own side of the bed. He's not really dressed for sleep yet, but he figures he can hang out until the other guy either passes out or they run out of things to talk about.

Speaking of that, bringing up Finn reminded him of the brief interaction he'd had with the guy in the hallway. He puts his hands behind his head and turns his face in Irahl's direction.

"Speakin' of him, that guy ain't human either, is he?"