A small laugh pushes past her lips, and she can't resist teasing him. "Have you been worried something like that would happen?"

She'd seen the flowers by his bed the other day, but this time he's actually holding one. Flower-arranging... never really struck her as something Vincent might be interested in, but she's sure he has a reason for gathering flowers. Boredom has to be fought somehow, and she's willing to suspect he has an eye for beauty. In his own quiet, stoic way.

Her excitement can hardly be reined in.

"I did come up here to get you to go back down with me, though." A grin stretches across her face. "I got the door open, Vincent. You have to come along."

She wouldn't have it any other way. But she doubts he'll mind.