Vincent undoes his cloak, not something he did often if at all. He needed it off in the tightness of the train. For someone who slept in a coffin for far too many years he certainly felt uncomfortable in tight spaces. But perhaps that was the reason.

He lets the cloak pile onto the cabin bench before sitting down. He leans his head back, red eyes closing as he takes a moment to enjoy the quiet, outside of that clackety noise of the train.

"Did you tire of the others as well?"

They always worked well together but Vincent had some level of irritable distaste for a few members.