"Good, good. That means you're a good man. You know, my dad used to judge people by what foods they like, and I've found that I've never met a bad person who liked noodles." He nods seriously, and Brennan can't help but giggle between his words, "I'll be right back with your drinks." Perhaps this is usual for him...

Vincent snorts and chuckles a bit. "I've never judged by what they eat..." Though how violently they eat it? Maybe. He just smiles before looking around a bit. He always looks around a bit when he's in a new place and all. "I can see why you like this place." He says softly.

"It reminds me of home. Barely." He snorts and grins, leaning against the window and smiling off at nothing in particular. "It's the closest thing I have. And I'd rather not return to my actual home either." He shakes his head, "But don't let me ruin your fun here." He faces him again, suddenly brightening up and looking happy once more. "You should enjoy yourself here."

Vincent tilts his head a bit. "Home? He can't help but ask. Is he talking about the underground and all that? Or before that? He has no clue. "Ah....alright then." He won't ask about that one then. If Liet wants to talk, he can, if not...well, he won't push it. He smiles, chuckling a bit.

Liethell smiles back and Brennan returns with a cup of water and a cup of tea, and he sets them in front of both gentlemen. "Your food will be done in a few moments!" He beams and trots off. Liethell remains still, his eyes closed and just breathing in the scent of the restaurant..

"Thank you." Vincent says softly when the drinks are brought over and all. He just sips at his tea, looking around at people and things, kind of like a child, but that's the way he's always been in new places. Even without the need to know his surroundings for safety and all.

"What're you watching Vincent?" He smiles. Those dead eyes of his suddenly snap onto his face as if the cataracts that cloud them were never there. "There's always strange people here, it seems like. We're not exactly on the high end of town, but I never expected there'd be so many weirdos." He laughs. He doesn't seem to be all that correct, though. The restaurant seems to be filled with perfectly normal people--Liethell and his gender ambiguity is probably the weirdest thing there.

"Everything? Nothing in particular?" Vincent isn't sure which to tell the truth at this point. He snorts, laughing a bit at Liet's choice of words. "Um....no offense...but I think you're the strangest person here from what I'm seeing so far." He says smiling. "So I wonder what that says about me." He says snorting again.

"We're both particularly strange." He grins, his sights set on some point out the window, or maybe nowhere. "But you notice, everyone else is weirder when you listen to them. Sometimes when you watch them, but I don't see much around here." He grins.

Vincent shrugs a bit. "I never claimed to be anything near normal." Though he might pretend to be once in awhile. "Yeah, but sometimes you find people like yourself." That makes a person feel somewhat normal.

"It's hard to find people like yourself." He smiles at the air in front of him. "Have you met people like yourself Vincent? With your powers, in your situation?"

Vincent just sips at his drink. He shakes his head a bit. "I never have." He says softly. That's another reason he was always moving, he was the only one and he'd always end up hurting people.

He nods quietly, "Yeah, it's hard finding people like yourself. Thank goodness for it though, how boring would it be to find someone just like you." He smiles, "Though, I've seen it happen. Someone down below has the ability to create almost perfect replicas of people."

"Yeah....but it would've been nice to have help before now." Vincent says softly. Maybe then he could have moved around a lot less, though that never happened obviously. "Ah....I don't know how I feel about that." It sounds a bit creepy to him really.

"It can't be helped." Liet shrugged, though he hopes whatever Vincent's story is, his powers didn't isolate him too much. If he had a dollar for every young adult who walked into the Underground who had isolation and abandonment issues, he'd buy a country.
When he hears his concern about the cloning, his grin widens. "Oh don't worry. He doesn't do it too often anymore. Or maybe he does it more discreetly. I haven't seen any clones running around. Then again, I can't see." He can't hold back an obnoxious snort at his own joke...

"Yeah, that's true." Nothing can be changed now. Vincent's past is now his past and that's how it will stay hopefully. In his past, Vincent would try to be social, but every time he'd hurt someone, he'd stay away from people for longer and be less social when he did finally start to be social again. He snorts a bit, shaking his head at the joke. "Well, if I see one of you, I'll make sure to let you know."