[In the business district, Vincent is watching over the area from the open window of a warehouse, crouched just on the inside of it, a glass of red wine balanced precariously on the edge. He's more interested in cult activity at the moment than young people, but he's certainly not going to miss a young woman jumping stories for a better view.
His red eyes are certainly focused on her, but for now he's not saying a thing. It's not his place to.]