Jandru may be the cleverest out of the bunch, but Finn's had enough experience with drugged patients and drunk coworkers to know better than to just assume Irahl has heard him. Honestly, even if all he was pulling from was today, he'd still probably double-check.

"You got it," Finn confirms, happy to have been proven wrong in the end, "Don't go down."

"Don't go down, right..." Vincent also mutters to himself, since he heard just about as much as Irahl did the first time.

"Other than that, you're free to go. Thanks for letting me walk you home, boys."

"Hey, no, thank you," Vincent says, turning to where he approximates Finn is and managing to pat the guy on his shoulder on the second try (which is startling for Finn), "You didn't have'ta do any of this, 'preciate the time."

"...No problem," Finn says, clearly glancing at the gigantic meaty hand on his shoulder and wondering how long it is going to stay there.

"An' I wanted to say, you aughta come over sometime before we leave, I wanted to ask you about some stuff. You know..."

Finn lifts the giant man's hand off of his shoulder at that point, taking a firm stance on how far he wants that sentence to go, "--Yes, I know. Sure. I... I'll figure something out with Jandru."

"That'd be great," Vincent grins, letting his arm drop the moment Finn lets go of it.

"And, um, for you--" Finn escapes this goodbye with Vincent by speaking to Irahl again, "I guess I'll be seeing you at work?"