Oh, it absolutely comes as a surprise. So much so that it's only the fact that Vincent is the size of a house that keeps Irahl from drunkenly startling right out from under his arm. But the limb around Irahl's shoulder is heavy and clinging enough that the sniper only clumsily jolts a little bit away from and then right back into Vincent's side, as if he'd momentarily stumbled over his own feet.

"Uh..." Irahl begins, while his brain struggles to catch up to the companionable situation he suddenly finds himself in. "...Long as we don't head down."