When the remainder of the sand had exited his mouth, via lips or throat, Vince lay motionless for a few moments before hearing the voice of the brat from earlier. His eyes slid open and his ears had once again, not betrayed his mind. There she was, sitting in front of him. It almost came as a shock towards the man and she hadn't repeated the same question. 'Do you want me to help', the ridiculous sentence rang in his ears as he was helped to a sitting position. Was it possible that she wasn't a slow as he thought at the start? Vince nodded towards the girl, and had parted his lips to thank her. Of course, before he could breath a word she had darted away. The man sighed. Nope. 

Again, he sat and watched everyone else. It was amazing how the other survivors were barely injured at all, able to be running about a crossed the sand like some life guard fresh off their perch. Figures it was the most injured guy Vince could find was the one who was slowly making his way over, after the brunette had seemed to irritate him. "And you look like hell paid you a visit." He smirked slightly "Not many people here worth anything. However, I can see from that from-" Vince had started up again, quickly scanning the suit the man wore. "-Your choice in apparel. That we share a class." He finished taking the water bottle when the offer came up and took one swig of the thing. It felt cool running down his throat making him want another, but he just handed the bottle back off. "Not a bad idea. My name's Vincent, yours?" He asked after the man finished his rant about attitude.