A mechanical chocobo had been new in Vincent's experience as well. Though somehow he hadn't been surprised that someone tried. But despite never having seen a mechanical version it had provided a sense of familiarity. Well, it could be an illusion but having something grounding, calming, keeps the head clear.

For however long it lasts.

Birds on radar? Suppose that depends on the size, type and volume. The question is just how well equipped the Convoy really is beyond the most basics of salvage. Just at a glance the signs were there that salvage was not just a choice, but a necessity.

Vincent's attention is on Sephiroth again. Does he notice the tension? Clever to have crossed arms and ways to hide the signs of distress. How much practice had the taller man had? All too much.

"I wonder if avoiding the weather will be as easy as that." There's a dry note. Besides the way the storm and the tornadoes tore through the buildings and forced the storm's fury indoors there had been the monsters that came with it.

"...'Mostly' huh? Be nice if that was all there is to it."

It's clear Vincent doesn't believe it at all. To the former Turk, 'mostly' means that no one who came here is as human as they once were. And he takes no comfort in what others will need to come to terms with on that count.

The gunman falls silent. His eyes close, though it's far from a state of relaxation. His hearing is still acute and will be enough. The rain beats on, though the drenching downpour has subsided. Vincent will speak again after a time.

"I don't think we should wait too much longer." Cooling engine aside. And... weather aside. "The sooner we get back, the more information we'll be able to gather about our situation."

There's going to be a lot of cleanup. And there's no reason to think the the convoy will linger any length of time.