Irahl also snorts to himself as he slides into his spot and returns to the drink he'd previously been working on.

Right. He'd almost forgotten: Vincent is a nice person. Guess he doesn't ride along on the same running jokes that the guys back in his old unit do. That's fine.

There's no remorse here as he shrugs it off, picks up his glass, and reflexively replies with the same thing he would whenever he'd get these kind of comments in the past.

"Not my type."