Vincent chuckled softly. He had a habit of accidentally startling people, but wasn't exactly sure why or how. He could tell she was lying, seeing how deep the cut was. The scent of her blood was burning his throat, aching to taste it, but he pushed the urge aside. "No problem. It's very nice to meet you, Allie." he said softly, gently taking her good hand and kissing it. "I am Vincent. Now, we should probably go." He opened the door for her, leading her to his car. It was a black sports car, but it didn't stand out very much. He didn't like flashy colors or things, as long as the car was fast, and had a good engine. Vincent opened the passenger door for her, then climbed into the driver's seat.

Victoria ended up finding what looked like a club, and she quickly got into line, waiting to get in.