Vincent watched as Liz came back into the room. "Ah.. yeah.. It probably would be best if I got my own stuff, huh?" he asked as he looked at Tony's clothing on him. He turned his head a bit when Liz went to go open the window blinds. He had to cover his eyes for a moment with the sudden sunlight. Once he got use to it, he lowered his arm and sighed, lying back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I'll follow you wherever you go, Liz. You're practically my caretaker, no?" he said.