[He would have more to say on the matter, if not for the fact that Vincent quietly reminds himself that it really isn't any of his business. He's only just met the girl.]

Ah... [He glances over his shoulder, looking back at the door that brought him here. Uncertainty practically radiates off of him.] I wish I could say for certain. I only know that this is not my body -- or at least, not my body any more -- and going back into the world as I am now will be strange. Yet familiar at the same time. Does that make sense to you?