Vincent blinked a few times, unsure of what was going on. He growled in objection at being carried, but fighting would just make him hurt worse. He scowled at the naga, glancing to her tail before reluctantly bandaging the wound on his head. He stared up at the female after she finally set him down, sighing and turning his head before answering "Vincent... Don't have a squad, not in the army..." He replied and rolled his eyes. "Who are you?" He asked, looking at her with a slight glare.