Vic turns at the sound of the familiar voice, almost in disbelief that he could even be hearing it. Or maybe it's just the fact that he and Bishop are actually out and free. He even has his hands free of those god damned cuffs; that lawyer pal of Rodeo's had been so kind as to look the other way while he knocked out the guard, then stole the keys. They'd parted ways soon after, and then he'd had the good fortune of bumping into Bishop around the corner while the building shook from whatever the fuck was going on.
"Thank fuck it's you, Demi," he says, his face lighting up briefly. It flickers as he considers their odds, then brightens again as he takes in who else she's with and just what Sarge, exactly, is holding. There's no time for greetings, small talk and catch up and all that shit. Vic figures -- and he hopes -- that there will be time later, once they're free of this god damned place.
He falls to the back of the group as is his nature, looking over his shoulder to check for anyone in pursuit. Vic ain't sure what he'll do if anyone comes after them with a weapon, but it's not like he's gonna let anyone else take the heat besides him. His shoulder's burning with the effort of keeping it in check as they start moving, but the adrenaline pushes him forward. "Lead the way."