Vincent stepped up beside the pair, casually and calmly aiming at the frozen buel before there was the crack of gunfire. No special status this time, just the contained and controlled explosion propelling the bullet.

"Hello MarKus." Calm, unsurprised to find the blacksmith in the field. He'd interacted with him enough to recognize that he'd be attracted to a group this size. "The weapon is working fine by the way. Thank you."

Whether the shot would be enough to finish it off, Vincent didn't know so he kept his attention on the monsters. Absently trusting Albel and MarKus to keep themselves out of trouble. Despite the bickering.