Whilst the remaining weight and friction in his joints had continued to dissipate during his walk to the entrance of the Labyrinth, the trip still took Vincent far longer than it had when he'd initially ventured into the dungeon with Lynn. He hadn't seen the girl on his way over, nor Alexander or Senna for that matter- he supposed they were either still attending to their own business or had headed into the Labyrinth without him. 

He couldn't help feel a little rankled by the thought, though he quickly shoved it off to the side. Alexander had been more than helpful earlier, Lynn had done as much as she could with her present ability (and the considerable sum of gold he still intended to ask her about helped), and he could hardly fault someone as young as Senna for not being overly concerned with such things. 

And he had to admit, he would likely have done much the same- as he proved to himself when he began to make his way towards the mouth of the cave. He'd go retrieve his coat, at least, then he could either see about finding the others in the Labyrinth or head up to meet them on the surface if they hadn't beaten him to the punch after all. 

So, as carefully as he'd carried himself the rest of his journey, he slipped towards the cave entrance, just passing the statue when-