Vincent really only held the sandwich in his hand to make it look as if he was busy. His claw was holding one of his gun, checking the materia in it. Time and Ice. And the Stop spell could prove useful. Vincent still kept his back to them, his head low.

"I'm fine," was all he said, trying ot detract attention away from himself. He really didn't want to fight, but would show Elena why he was a Turk in a flash if he had to.