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[ And Vincent carries on in grand, majestic goth fashion.

As if there isn't a hellpig under his arm telling all that's happened since the wave flipped the boat over and terrible things happened in grunt and snorts and maybe a squeak or two? After all there was a tiny bit of a dropping sensation even if it's overtly a gentle, 8 deck descent.

....Angel Dust moving the wreckage around to unblock the stairs is going to help in one way at least. Vincent only needs to listen to the sounds of debris moving and home in on that. As to a more practical escape, maybe. Especially when he walks down the hall, around various objects and finally catches his first sight of the rather... tall demon. ]

Angel Dust I presume?

[ Vincent really doesn't have a frame of reference for that name's underlying meaning. He takes it as seriously as Fat Nuggets. Who will be gently put down the moment it's safe to do so; or the hellpig starts squirming because of their proximity to its owner. ]