For once, this hadn't been a case of Irahl watching Vincent head right for a collision and simply doing nothing about it. He's just as startled as Vincent is when that pole sneaks up on the two of them while they're not looking and clunks into half of his friend's body.

That's when Irahl becomes the idle observer that he usually is, his gaze curiously following Vincent as he reaches up, wondering what he's going to do next... until he's pulled in to actually interact with the scene.

He squints.

"Says..." He trails off as if he's making the attempt to focus his eyes. But he's not. "...Says, 'your friend's too drunk to read.'"

There's absolutely no way that he can be bothered to use both his eyes and his brain right now.