Vincent sat in the truck bed silently, staring off towards the sky for a while before shifting his gaze towards Shamus. He simply stared at the man, as if trying to peer into his dreams. He chuckled a bit and looked towards Zen, drumming his fingers along the hilt of his dagger and humming.<br/><br/>Shiro nodded to Nikolai and blinked at Jack. "So, why would anyone want to drink alcohol?" He asked curiously, sniffing at the smell of it again and shrugging. He kept his guard up still, figuring if people weren't around Zygotes would be.