Vincent shrugs a bit. "It is what it is." He says simply. "The hope is that they'll return with whatever they were sent off for. In my case, medical supplies. But there's always the chance we'll be attacked....either due to chance, or due to our person being caught...and our group not moving quick enough to avoid an attack, or whatever would be sent due to us being ratted out." He sees no point in lying about this one. "It was my turn to go now that I'm old enough."