[A glance at her, eyes keen under the brim of his dark hat.]

Right now, perhaps, I am quite comprehensible. Very much only your traveling companion, following your lead across this strange, cold world.

[But Vincent can feel her amusement. It brushes against him, causing his own lips to twist upwards.]

Wouldn’t you prefer that for now? As opposed to the incomprehensible, some terrible truth stretching across space and time? Don’t lose yourself in such deep pits of thought just yet.

That being said, I do hope I’m never one to anger you. I’d hate to face your wrath, never mind incomprehension.