"I doubt you have the time unless you're fast." Vincent's eyes remain skyward and alert though for the moment other than some much lighter debris they seem to be fine.

Or lucky.

The man has a point though; now that the winds and avians aren't as plentiful, gravity has kicked in. Stone's flight speed would need to be phenomenal to make an active difference.

And if he'd displayed those qualities during the battle where he should have been aware of the skill, Vincent oddly doesn't appear to be aware.

"...You'd probably be better off helping to dig people out that might be buried in wreckage. Or gathering up useful pieces to take back. That other form of yours. You control it?"

There's just the slightest trace of something there. A bit of pain. Perhaps a touch of envy. Vincent still has a way to go on that particular journey.