Vincent briefly nodded at Barret, glad to see him looking at least a bit better today. Injuries here were far from a good thing, he was discovering.

"Tifa," he said, wincing a bit as he crossed his arms on the table. Exposition was not his strong point but everyone else seemed reluctant to explain. "We're not really sure what this place is, but it claims to be a mental house. At day, it's normal, but at night..." Vincent shook his head, the words coming out of his mouth sounding so ridiculously awkward and stupid. "At night things come out. Dangerous things. Cid and I have survived a week so far, but you need a plan before nightfall."

He would avoid the timeline part for as long as possible. The morning was bad enough without that headache.