Unfortunately, whether or not he's intoxicated, Irahl has a good point. Finn regards the both of them again, this time clearly envisioning either of them trying to fit into a street carriage. Gods forbid they both tried to get into one...

"Hm, no..." Finn drops his hands after a moment, frowning, "Not really. Guess that's a problem..."

"We'll just walk..." Vincent helpfully suggests with a shrug of his own, "What'sa direction?"

"No, no," Finn shakes his head and finally just stuffs his hands in his pockets, "Pretty sure Gener--" He corrects himself, "Uh, Seth wouldn't like knowing I just let you two wander into the lower rungs while you're drunk."

And while Vincent starts to unconvincingly protest, "Hey, I ain't drunk...!" in the background, Finn shoots Irahl a pointed look, his gaze thankfully protected behind thick tinted glass.

"Besides, you popped a stitch."