"... Right." Vincent was just reminded of the Master Conversation Maker that Thoth happened to be as she just went back to her work. He supposed that he might be somewhat intimidating, but he questioned the logic there. A scraggly old git who got himself poisoned couldn't be that scary.

In any case, as he propped himself up with the table, he felt the weight of his body shift, and after a moment or so he felt as if he could stand on his own. The unpleasant sensation of stiffness lingering from the paralysis hadn't quite lifted yet, but it seemed it wasn't long until it did.

With Thoth as communicative as ever, he debated what to do. It would be a good idea to wait for the others- for practical reasons aside from anything- but his vial of Health Potion was with Thoth, waiting to be analysed for contamination. As much as he wanted that potion, he wasn't going to rush Thoth about it- after all, he remembered how unpleasant those slimes had been. 

He supposed that he could at least make his way back to the Labyrinth and scope things out, maybe pick up his coat whilst he was at it. By the time he made it through to where they'd left off, chances were he'd feel a lot better. Then he could either venture further down or wait for the others, provided he didn't just bump into any of them on the way down. 

So he gave it a few minutes more, letting more weight lift from his body before he collected his case and slowly made his way out with a relatively polite goodbye to the busy Thoth.