Vincent turned, apparently ready to head back to the city. He'd already accomplished what he'd meant to, when the goblins had appeared. He didn't seem to mind the company, tuning out the chatter to the back of his mind and paying barest attention.

It was just like traveling with the rest of Avalanche, in some ways. Nothing new. He made a low-noise that verbalized enough 'agreement' and 'go on' to encourage the other if they wanted to keep chattering. Without him needing to hold up his end of the conversation.