Well of course he's adjusting them. Why wouldn't he be? Vincent exhales and dismisses his armor, appraising his bloodied sleeve, before ripping it off, carefully. Oh... my but his arm isn't supposed to look anything at all like that. Distraction now please.

"Is it a clean break?" He chews his bottom lip, looking away from it. "Regarding Jay, he... he wasn't himself. Not in a full-blown gamma-rage, but... I don't think he was seeing reality in the same manner as the rest of us. Moreso than usual for Jay."