Vincent was still disoriented, post his transformation back from his limit-break. But he'd had enough presence to find Sheena, and vague memories of what had happened seen through his own form of Chaos' eyes. The smart thing, and he knew many others were ready to do just that but for respect of their comrades, would be to kill her and be done with it.

But right then, it was easier to focus on the smaller things going on. "Sheena." Quietly, left hand with wicked-claws careful as he touched her arm. He'd appreciated the healing, and he agreed with her in some ways. They needed answers--and his friend had asked a very good question. But in some ways even that answer was irrelevant.

For now though, he would simply help steady her. It would help steady him too.