Truth be told, Shula felt like a bit of a third wheeler. They were talking about things she didn't know anything about- since she'd basically been a hostage the woman hadn't really taken care to remember any names or faces and being a demon the foundation never bothered to treat her as anything more then an animal. She was sure an introduction to every person she met wasn't on their to-do list when they captured her. However, it gave her plenty of time to gauge Vince's reactions. Once Faelan mentioned that Vermilion was about 60 the man jerked his head up, Surprise written on his face.<br/><br/>"Wha-" He let out, before being cut off. The man reared back a bit at the question about his arm, his face turning to stone. Shula could gauge it was obviously a sensitive subject from the way the man just shut down. There was a long pause, the sound of Faelan sharpening his blade accompanying it.<br/><br/>Vince finally spoke, "Well I at least owe you some answers." He said. "Believe it or not this arm actually save my life." Vince stated, swallowing thickly. "And also destroyed a lot of others. This arm did more then a little to kick start some new programs in Vermilion's research... none he wanted to be a part of, but I'm sure that you of all people know that when you know too much it's not as simple as puttin' in a two weeks." There was another stretch of silence, one Vince took to continue.<br/><br/>"I had a battle field injury and lost my arm. Vermilion used a uh...spare one layin' around and gave me a transplant in favor of me bleeding out."