Vincent's head tilting--that had sounded like his name, but he couldn't be sure. A quick glance at his moogle, and nope--Ophelia was keeping quiet still.

Of course, with the sound of chocobo feet stampeding, he readied himself. Apparently this lure thing was as good as a green. Firearm ready, just in case it wasn't alone, but Vincent kept his hands up placatingly.

Until the illusion was shattered by a cry, and a form launching at him. Ophelia yelped with a kupo and took cover, deactivating the lure as the chocobo seemed to have no intention of stopping. Vincent hardly had time to actually recognize who the projectile was, before he was hit around the chest and waist, tackled down to the ground.

An 'oof', with the impact, and a blink before turning to look at who'd assaulted him. Who would even know him out here? Familiar dark hair, and with the boisterous nature, it could only be...

"Yuffie." He answered calmly, stating as if it was a fact.