Vincent tilted his head towards Kiara when she laid next to them. "You've got some luck." He pointed to her wounds. They looked entirely me painful than they looked. And they looked pretty bad. "You look pretty bad." He teased lightly. 
At her mention of the next plan being up to him, Vincent laid his head back. That was actually the least of his worries at the moment. His normal priorities settled in again; a good nap and probably some decent food. 

His head turned to Mary and he gave a light shrug. "I had help. It was a team effort." He humbly shrugged again, staring up at the dark, cloudless sky. Webster interrupted Vincent's drifts into daydreams. 

With a sigh, Vincent sat up, but glanced over at Mary. "You remember the story I told you? You know, before you fell asleep?" Vincent leveled his gun and watched Webster struggle to get closer. "Well, at the end, I'm going to add that the big bad monster not only got a bullet to the head, but in the stomach too. Just to make sure he was down." With a nod, just as he said, he sent a bullet into Webster's stomach, and a second to his head. Either both, or one of them would hit, but at the slow pace he was moving, the three could easily get away.

"That guy is persistent. But I'm sure he won't be able to do much for a long time, considering his eyes are gone." He thought about it, and looked up at the sky again. "Wasn't stopping Webster our deal? Shouldn't there be like some dramatic entrance from one of the angels in order to send him away? Or is that just a fantasy and we actually have to do that ourselves?"