[ Vincent is not unaware. Jayce may look more like a corpse than a human being, yet he still has human shape...roughly. And human emotion. Vincent is trained to watch for inconsistencies and ready body language.
He doesn't know what exactly has triggered the irritation but he can suspect the workload plays a part.
There is little of Vincent's expression visible. In fact, very little flesh remains unobstructed by fabric, metal, and leather. Ruby eyes are sharp and attentive and the elegant brow rests level and calm. There is an impassive set to his pale cheeks and perhaps Jayce's comparative height- the gunman himself standing at six feet- could allow him a glimpse of lips which seem to neither smile nor frown under the high, wrap-around collar of the cloak. Even when he speaks they barely open, giving only the minimum of effort needed to do so.
That might be to minimize display of fangs but given how hard it would be to see them normally, it does appear to be a form of apathy that runs through his bearing and manner.
For all intents and purposes, there really is nothing that seem to be behind his words other than calm statement of intent. It's unlikely it's Jayce's skill that's in question despite a 'can you' but is it possible with the tools at hand. ]
It'll depend on the individual. I'll bring the order and weapons later.
[ He's not a fool to have done so right now, when Jayce's efforts should be focused on the shield's restoration. That matter seems settled in the gunslinger's mind. After a moment of watching the rote action of wood chopping, Vincent then asks. ]
You're also researching the symbols and powers of this world. Blake informed me. What else do you do?
[ An engineer, a scholar. What other hats does the man before him wear? ]
no subject
He doesn't know what exactly has triggered the irritation but he can suspect the workload plays a part.
There is little of Vincent's expression visible. In fact, very little flesh remains unobstructed by fabric, metal, and leather. Ruby eyes are sharp and attentive and the elegant brow rests level and calm. There is an impassive set to his pale cheeks and perhaps Jayce's comparative height- the gunman himself standing at six feet- could allow him a glimpse of lips which seem to neither smile nor frown under the high, wrap-around collar of the cloak. Even when he speaks they barely open, giving only the minimum of effort needed to do so.
That might be to minimize display of fangs but given how hard it would be to see them normally, it does appear to be a form of apathy that runs through his bearing and manner.
For all intents and purposes, there really is nothing that seem to be behind his words other than calm statement of intent. It's unlikely it's Jayce's skill that's in question despite a 'can you' but is it possible with the tools at hand. ]
It'll depend on the individual. I'll bring the order and weapons later.
[ He's not a fool to have done so right now, when Jayce's efforts should be focused on the shield's restoration. That matter seems settled in the gunslinger's mind. After a moment of watching the rote action of wood chopping, Vincent then asks. ]
You're also researching the symbols and powers of this world. Blake informed me. What else do you do?
[ An engineer, a scholar. What other hats does the man before him wear? ]