In Vincent's experience, districts like this one, dedicated to trade and commerce (of one kind or another) were verdant sources of information. What's more, with the type of people that frequented this place, he was bound to pick up something useful. At least that was his hope. He wandered the streets, and people gave him a wide berth, likely because of his appearance. Vincent never did quite pull off friendly, and eventually he found himself at the harbor, overlooking the remains of a once-proud shipping empire by the look of it.

He wondered, idly, what could have happened. The ones responsible for their arrival here claimed the world had ended, but they'd been vague as to how it had come about. His gaze unfocused and he allowed his mind to drift back over the years, and he would have stayed lost, perched at the end of a jetty but so many miles from there, had she not cried out. He jumped, pulled back to the present by a voice he'd never thought he'd hear here, but it was familiar and welcome nonetheless.

He looked around for the source and found her quickly, it was hard to lose Arkady in a crowd, let alone when she stood apart. He moved to her side with haste but pulled up short for a thought crossed his mind that brought a slight chill of dread to his chest. What if she didn't know him?

"Arkady?"