Vincent winced slightly when the girl grabbed her wrist, but relaxed when he saw that she wasn't in pain. Vincent pressed his lips together in a tired half-smile. He was glad to know that the girl wasn't seriously injured. He wondered if pain tolerance what she was in for. It was a pretty weak malfunction, hardly dangerous, he thought. She looked frail and sickly, which, to him, were easily identifiable. Vincent had trained himself to ignore it while begging in the city. He had to in order to keep himself and his sister alive, lest he take any of the less fortunate in. It was a brutal system of ignorance that he forced himself to live by, everyone for themself. Vincent figured that the system would be different here. People needed to look out for each other now. There would be enough food, he was sure, and shelter was a given, so the need was manifested in emotional support. He took a deep breath and leaned back again. Vincent noticed his sister's feet moving over the edge of the mattress and smiled. He was calmed by the thought that she was alive, well, and going to be taken care of.

Upon hearing the girl's statement, his eyes dropped to his feet. Her life could have been anywhere from cushy to average. The only thing he could assume was that she definitely could not have been homeless.  Sure, she was thin, but not starved. There was a clear line between the two. Vincent also noticed her normal clothes, which were crumpled up on the mattress and the floor. They were not torn up and covered in dirt like his were. A quick comparison between his sister's clothes and the girls brought a wave of guilt crashing over him. Vincent's expression was immediately telling of hardship. The bags under his eyes seemed to get darker and his smile faded. He chuckled softly at her question.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." He said, looking into her eyes. Vincent shook his head slowly as he reflected upon his life. He knew that his childhood wasn't normal. Vincent didn't feel as though he was as socially eloquent as he should be. She would probably laugh if he told her about it, he thought, or think he was a creep just like his dad. Vincent reluctantly tossed that caution to the wind. He didn't think he had much else to lose at this point.

"I actually grew up underground so my social skills are limited to begging for money." He said with a sigh. Vincent wasn't too terribly proud of his criminal background. Honestly, what could they do? Arrest him? "I didn't even see the sun until a couple months ago. I wonder if I'll ever get to see it again."