Even among the crowd, it would've been hard to miss the distinctive yellow hair of Cloud Strife. Vincent waited patiently, and assessed the other as he approached. Different, as if he wasn't carrying so much weight on his shoulders. The confusion on the other's face for a brief moment made Vincent wonder.

"I am, Cloud Strife." Confirming, tone even and almost warm. A hint of wariness only for the confusion the other showed, but otherwise recognizing that yes. This was his ally.