'... Maybe it's different with her Guild,' Vincent felt somewhat inclined to re-assess the idea that Lynn wasn't dead weight, though he kept that thought to himself. Aside from anything else, the girl seemed earnest enough about everything that he didn't feel any particular need to be unpleasant. The money helped too, of course.

"Just try the physical abilities, then," He said to the girl, as she began to sulk behind him. What he knew of her Guild suggested that they were relatively lacking there, but lacking as a superhuman wasn't the same as lacking as a regular human. "If your particular blessings are magic-based, they might not work properly until you get into the Labyrinth. Just see if it's any easier for you to run."

It was just a guess- maybe even a little bit of encouragement, for all that was worth- but Vincent did recall being told something similar to that- the Labyrinth was a bizarre place, and God(s) knew what was down there besides treasure and monsters. 

He did hope that it wasn't going to be the two of them on their own, though. An old geezer like him and a little thing like her with their particular blessings weren't exactly going to take the Labyrinth by storm. 

Not that he particularly liked the look of some of the other Guild members he'd seen about the place. They just didn't seem like team [i]players[/i], to him. Lacking in [i]character[/i], just shuffling along in their [i]roles[/i]. It was still early, perhaps there were still some people on the first floor of the Labyrinth that they could intercept.