Vincent, partially disheveled in a lab-coat, staggered into the room, having pulled an all-nighter in the Mansion's lab. He's managed to mostly stop drinking, but he's been burning the candle at both ends otherwise.

"Good..." He glances at the clock "..morning? Yes, morning. Good morning Mrs Pryde-Wisdom." Vincent recognizes her face from his studies of the Avengers database. He blinks at the gathering. "What's going on?"