Vincent flinched by A.J. sudden reaction to his poor idea. "S-Sorry.." he said, resting his hands in his lap, staring down at it. He really didn't know what to do for A.J. though, she really didn't know what to do. And he could see that. When the blush on his face died down, he slowly lifted his head up. "Well then... Why not just leave the city then? If that doesn't work, flee the country..." he shrugged. "You know where I came from before I moved here to the U.S. and all.." he said. "Could always move there if you feel up for it... A Foreign country, the gang won't stand a chance..." Then again, A.J. probably couldn't either unless Vincent was there to help her all the time. Man, why were things so difficult nowadays?<br/><br/>He slowly raised up a hand and picked up his sugar bread, munching on it for a bit.