It was subtle, a relaxing of his shoulders that didn't affect his posture, but spoke of the tension he'd held. Relaxing when she didn't protest or fight him on it, automatically adjusting his pace. Walking, ignoring the deja-vu--there had been so much deja-vu at different points since her arrival.

The sky indicated late afternoon, from the position of the sun and there was damp in the air that smelled of oncoming rains. It was a bit longer to do so, but Vincent had taken routes that moved him through the 8th District from the 3rd, housing the school and university. Fewer of the Heroes were students, so it meant they were less likely to be spotted. A-O2 was right on the border with the 8th district, on the 14th's side, and Vincent had mentally scanned over his neighbors, who'd be likely to be around, and so on.

Not the best option maybe, but certainly the best of the ones prevented to him as they walked. Peaceful and quiet--didn't mean the ex-Turk wasn't alert. But he was a quiet person by nature and while a myriad thoughts ran in his brain, the priority was the 'mission'.

Not long at all before they were coming upon the residential district and walking past the slightly larger B-style house to A-O2.