Vincent is ignoring the rain. His hair is secured behind him in a loose ponytail, the usual red-bandanna keeping his bangs from his eyes. He is once more in basic black and other dark colors, save for the tarnished gold of his left-hand where the claw is. Covered otherwise all the way up his arms and figure, save that splash of metal and the red around his forehead.

He catches up to MarKus on one of the drops, silent but posture at ease as his firearm sits at his hip. "MarKus." Greeting, as usual his tone is neutral. But the nod of his head implies that he is glad to see the other.

[OOC: Sorry if Vincent frightens anyone. He's rocking Gunner/Ninja right now, and dressed to blend in to shadows.]