Returning, that had not been what he'd expected. Especially since Sheena had followed him, mostly to see what had pulled him away and satisfy her curiosity. Not that she wasn't aware he had friends, she was friends with some of the same even.
She just hadn't met Dr. Crescent yet--another person from his world. So many of them really. Kneeling, the other ninja gave the passed out scientist a once-over too, then back up to Vincent. "I assume if I leave this to you, you're not going to do anything I have to find and beat you up for later, right?" She grinned upon noticing her coworker and fellow Hero stand up slightly at the affront to his pride.
"I should call you 'Miss Fujibayashi' for that for the next week, Sheena." Which just made her smirk at him. Standing with him, as he'd knelt and done his best to pick Lucrecia up carefully. Conscious of the weakness in his left arm--he should be fine for now. "Yes Mr. Valentine, and I still meant what I said." The ninja teased back, winking. Then her expression looked slightly more serious. "Go, I doubt you'll get any questions but I'll cover if you do."
A nod, being sure he had a secure grip, left arm under her knees, right under her shoulder and around her back and ribs. Even passed out, they'd managed to get one of Lucrecia's arms around his own neck and shoulder for added stability. Meanwhile he was pondering his next plan--take her to where she was staying?
The observatory was nice, but it was also sparse for guest quarters. Not for lack of effort and time on Zelda's part, but many of the other Heroes were staying there currently. Nor was she likely to rest or sit down for a food without working through it.
An Inn held similar problems, not to mention at least one of them held a certain Bartender who'd proven he had a nose for gossip. While it did amuse Vincent to poke back at the other, he also wasn't keen on the man using the tragedy of their lives for his own amusement. Inns also were expensive, and while Heroes got a stipend it wasn't much; the other heroes also hadn't even that.
Sighing, he vaguely hoped Yuffie was not coming home anytime soon. Then again, if Reno could crash on their couch regularly, then Lucrecia doing so for a few hours should be fine too. His next decision was whether to take shortcuts via the back-alleys and roofs (and if he could do so safely without disrupting the woman in his arms) or the streets.
Streets were too public, so shortcuts it was until his arm or other parts of him protested.
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She just hadn't met Dr. Crescent yet--another person from his world. So many of them really. Kneeling, the other ninja gave the passed out scientist a once-over too, then back up to Vincent. "I assume if I leave this to you, you're not going to do anything I have to find and beat you up for later, right?" She grinned upon noticing her coworker and fellow Hero stand up slightly at the affront to his pride.
"I should call you 'Miss Fujibayashi' for that for the next week, Sheena." Which just made her smirk at him. Standing with him, as he'd knelt and done his best to pick Lucrecia up carefully. Conscious of the weakness in his left arm--he should be fine for now. "Yes Mr. Valentine, and I still meant what I said." The ninja teased back, winking. Then her expression looked slightly more serious. "Go, I doubt you'll get any questions but I'll cover if you do."
A nod, being sure he had a secure grip, left arm under her knees, right under her shoulder and around her back and ribs. Even passed out, they'd managed to get one of Lucrecia's arms around his own neck and shoulder for added stability. Meanwhile he was pondering his next plan--take her to where she was staying?
The observatory was nice, but it was also sparse for guest quarters. Not for lack of effort and time on Zelda's part, but many of the other Heroes were staying there currently. Nor was she likely to rest or sit down for a food without working through it.
An Inn held similar problems, not to mention at least one of them held a certain Bartender who'd proven he had a nose for gossip. While it did amuse Vincent to poke back at the other, he also wasn't keen on the man using the tragedy of their lives for his own amusement. Inns also were expensive, and while Heroes got a stipend it wasn't much; the other heroes also hadn't even that.
Sighing, he vaguely hoped Yuffie was not coming home anytime soon. Then again, if Reno could crash on their couch regularly, then Lucrecia doing so for a few hours should be fine too. His next decision was whether to take shortcuts via the back-alleys and roofs (and if he could do so safely without disrupting the woman in his arms) or the streets.
Streets were too public, so shortcuts it was until his arm or other parts of him protested.