[Vincent was part of the group of messengers/runners that came and went, both for patrol and for messages. He was due back to report in at this time anyway, and coming back, he caught the tail end of the question. Crimson eyes observing everything, and giving a nod to his fellow runner. They had not been properly introduced yet, but he recognized one who was not the standard military cut.
Waiting, posture at 'ease' in his dark clothing, as he observed. Quiet and thinking, before speaking in a low voice.]
Pardon my intrusion. When was the last time you've eaten sir?
[He didn't know what they'd been talking about. Nor would or could he claim to know Sephiroth. But he could guess, based on small signs in the man's posture. The way he was attempting discretion so his soldiers would not see. This was something Vincent had seen before in others, and in himself at times.]
Re: July 30th
Waiting, posture at 'ease' in his dark clothing, as he observed. Quiet and thinking, before speaking in a low voice.]
Pardon my intrusion. When was the last time you've eaten sir?
[He didn't know what they'd been talking about. Nor would or could he claim to know Sephiroth. But he could guess, based on small signs in the man's posture. The way he was attempting discretion so his soldiers would not see. This was something Vincent had seen before in others, and in himself at times.]