Ophelia pouted, and fluttered along before moving to go and ride on Vincent's other shoulder, not his gun-arm. Trilling quietly to herself again as she was lost in her thoughts. Keeping his pace easy, as this really wasn't that new all told. A chocobo would be more convenient, but he wasn't in a hurry really.

"Familiar, but not." Came Vincent's answer, tone thoughtful as he'd taken a while to reply. Pondering just how he did feel about this new place he'd found himself.