Yuffie exhales a slow breath before rolling her shoulders in a shrug. She saw what Vincent was doing but she was in no mood to argue. Arguing with him was always exhausting, it was that stupid cool wounded demeanor thing he had going on.

She rose to her feet in a swift elegant motion and then waved for Vincent to follow. She slipped on the bracer he'd offered her and slipped a few blades into her holster.

Just in case.

"Okay, let's go."