Vergil thought he had gotten away with it to. He hoped his random spasms would be ignored furthermore. He wasn't used to people fretting. He was supposed to be stronger made than this. They don't make hybrids like they used to.

"I would file a compliant, but alas they removed the box last week." He replied, with an attempt at a joke. He rolled his eyes a bit, but it was honestly fond.

"Dante , this way." He would say he was surprised that Dante was walking the wrong way, but it took him two weeks of trekking in the rain to learn the layout before he started memorizing the streets. "I know where the weapons are stashed." He dropped that bit of info as he went on walking like it was no big deal. The inn had a room for the weapons and such, of course they had to be signed out. "And empty houses have dishes, which means knives. They may need sharpened but it is an option."