Vincent watched the other carefully, mostly to be sure that things stayed on a calm path. Taking his time as he chose his words. "I have no quarrel, and you wouldn't have heard of me likely." Sad, but true--in the end, Lucretia had chosen as she would, and Vincent was hardly a footnote. Even if he'd been a test subject himself, and victim to Hojo's twistedness.

"I was with the Department of Administrative Research, but...it got complicated." A sigh, and a breath in. "This is a different world." Breaking the gaze, still relaxed, and his own eyes shifted to his left hand. Covered by the fitted-gauntlet-glove, hiding numerous scars. Odd that they'd stayed, while Vincent was apparently human here on Crystallis. Then again, odder still--given Hojo's mind--that he hadn't just taken or replaced the arm fully, rather than cut and slice repeatedly into it.

"It'd be unforgivable to quarrel, especially after your timely arrival." Thanking him, but also subtly hoping to extend that peace. Sephiroth--for all the threat he'd represented on Gaia, had never been Vincent's primary target right way anyways. The overwhelming threat yes, but nothing more.