"You like big butts and you cannot lie?" The words come out of Vincent's mouth with a twinge of disbelief, but mostly it's flat and acerbic, almost mocking. But her lips twitch up in a smile. "Liking The Clash forgives you a lot," she points out after that little tease, and she's a little proud that she managed.
Her weight shifts a little, giving the impression that she's hesitant, when she's really just nervous. "Oh, I listened to everything on grammaphones, but now that everyone has one it just feels like they sold out." She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear and her lips twitch up again, pleased. This conversation is going pretty well. It's a rare sort of pleasure, the knowledge that she's doing all right.
She clears her throat, then. "I'm Vincent," she says. "Physical enchantment major, but not at Whitecliff," she adds after a moment. "See? You don't even have to ask. I'll offer. I'd hate to see you cry."