Vincent growled lowly as he heard people running about and calling out for survivors of the crash. His ears perked at a particular set of footsteps that were heading his way. He gritted his teeth, his hand slowly sliding his jacket to the side as he placed it on his gun. His eyes narrowed as the source of the footsteps came into view in front of him, an unfortunately human teenage girl with with long silvery hair. He switched the gun to his left hand and moved out from behind the dumpster. In one swift, fluid motion he grabbed the girl around the waist with his good arm and pressed the gun against her lower back. "Don't scream..." The black fox said quietly into her ear, although the next words would probably be a bit unexpected "...Help me" He began to frisk the girl with his right hand, searching her for any weapons. Even if she was a teenager, she was human and he couldn't trust her, and there was also the chance she would panic and try to fight him off.