[Liethell]

"Oh," He laughs, "I'm old. Really old. Look, that was great." He grins and pops open his bag, looking for a new shirt. He finds one and pulls it on over his head. He balls up the roasted one and throws it in a nearby can. "Okay, now that's done, let's go meet our ride. Don't look so sad!" He proclaims as he sees Vincent's face, he trots up to him and wraps him in a tight hug, "Nobody got hurt. You can poke and prod me all day and I promise you won't find any injuries."