Vincent snickered at Nate’s direct response toward Jennifer, but after catching her sour expression, wished he hadn’t, even moreso after she pulled away from him yet again. He couldn’t figure this chick out, but assumed it had something to do with the side effects and brutal damage  that her healing had caused on her body and mind. It’s not as though he didn’t know what it was like to be in pain. He watched Jennifer struggle a bit to climb back into the car, and even when Vin attempted to help her, she pushed his hand away in protest and mumbling something incoherent under her breath.

“Really?...” Vincent huffed, leaning against the outside of the car crossing his arms and staring blankly into the wooded abyss ahead of him. He knew he’d been a bit rough around the edges lately, but he also knew he tried to be there for Jennifer. He wanted to be there for her, and yet he felt like she was hard-pressed to kill herself like no one else cared. 

“I care...probably more than I should.” He said out loud to no one in particular.

He peered over at the pickup truck as well as the other truck that showed up shortly after. From his perspective, it looked as though the group was getting ready for a zombie apocalypse or a night out at a [i]Rage Against the Machine[/i] concert. Of course, one was more plausible than the other, considering that band hadn't been together in years. Regardless, Vincent hoped that this dude “Eli” would come through for everyone, because no one needed more problems. He looked over into the passenger’s side seat at Jackson, who appeared to be unphased by the recent occurrences, and noticed he was half-asleep leaning against his propped up arm. 

“Man, I wish I had that guy’s calm disposition.”