Vincent looks around and felt eyes upon him. Shifting side to side in anxiousness. Looking around not just for the woman but to make sure his father had not sent any people to attempt to actually hurt him. In this side he was beyond vunerable. He knew his father was sadistic enough to actually do that. Psychotic man that he was was. He blinks as a woman spoke to him. How the hell had she gotten past his gaze and mind sweeps? He looked her over and flushed a bit. Damn. Why did this woman have to be beautiful. His mother was fragile looking yet could kick his father's ass...god bless here soul. The woman was like a Saint with terror claws. She taught him to never judge a book by its cover. He couldn't even form words for a moment. Just stare at her intense beauty. Shaking his head and looks at her. "Yes. Sorry. My name is Vincent Hollowell. I sent a letter to an agency requesting protection. They said she was the best." He said. His voice quivered as his gaze darted around like he expected someone to jump out of the shadows at him. He quite literally did so he wasn't having to act very much.