Vincent looked at A.J. for a moment, then at the burn mark on her shoulder. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Johnson" he said, respectfully bowing to her. He looked around the house a bit. Then heard her ask a question regarding why he was here. "Well, I was just doing some of my Criminal Rounds. I usually check if there's anything going on. Heard some noise over here so I thought I'd come help out." He went to go take a seat on the couch in the living room, relaxing a bit. "I'm just doing what I always do. It's my job." Of course it was his job, he dedicated his life and time to helping people in this city.<br/><br/>He wasn't a cop, nor a detective or anything. One could say he started out as a regular guy. The way his life went, when he was about 15 years old, his father was brutally murdered and the suspect got away. He wasn't very happy about the thought of letting this guy get away. So that's where he went after the man, and got him arrested. Since then, Vincent has decided to do what he did 6 years ago. But he hides his identity because he would rather not be known to the public on who he actually was. It would cause controversy and things would get worse here on out.<br/><br/>"So.. What kind of questions are you wanting to ask me, ma'am?" he asked, looking at A.J. for a bit. He seemed to be the calm and relaxed type of guy. One who was carefree and seemed to know what he was doing. Course, Vincent spent 6 years working like this, so he knew a lot of things about people and places here in the City. It's just who he was. But this woman, he felt that she was some reporter or something. Reporters were always out trying to snag info whenever they could. He never preferably liked them, but he didn't hate either. He was just careful with his words. Since whenever the news popped up, he was more than likely mentioned, whether it's a video clip or a photo someone took. He really was quite the mystery.