[ As the gun comes down, so do Reno's surrendering arms. Which is great, because he needs the support on that tree trunk to set his foot down properly, just in case it's not as stable as he really hopes it is. The twinge that lances up his ankle as he rests his weight on it is perfectly ignorable (unadvisable, but he's got a hi-potion back home, whatever), but that doesn't mean it isn't inconvenient as fuck.

What's a little more pressing than that, though, is who that gun belongs to. Vincent's eyes widen and Reno's narrow, calculating the face in front of him before it registers. When it does, and he gets that sassy quip for his trouble, he laughs, just a little bit hollow. ]

I'll be fine. You musta just got here; no way I would've missed you before, even if you were hiding out. The rumor mill around here churns real fast.

[ Now that he's (mostly) not in danger of being shot anymore, how about a step? ...Correction, how about a clumsy limp in Vincent's general direction? No biggie. ]

Seen Cloud yet?