Introductions all around and hearty laughter, set to something pleasantly wandery–Davis? Coltrane? Maybe both.

Sylvia notices a man moving with an odd hesitation and cocks an eyebrow at Addie.

“Vincent,” Addie whispers in return. “He was cut in half by a samurai last Tuesday, but the blade was so sharp and the swordsman so skilled that he hasn’t yet slid into two pieces. I think he’s just trying to get used to life this way. Vincent!” She raises her voice at that last. “Come meet Sylvia!”

“A pleasure,” he says in a mellow baritone, smiling. His handshake is very gentle.