Vincent broke his eye contact with Cid once he mentioned her name. Whatever he knew about his beloved Lucrecia, it obviously wasn't enough. Though his gaze was more towards the rubble, there was something that caught his eye. Beneath the rubble was the slightest glimpse a hand resting in the light of the sun beneath the rest of the trashed building.
"...Cid, we should be looking for survivors," he said quickly as he jogged over to the rubble. He stopped in front of the ruined building, trying to figure out where to even begin. Keeping in mind where that hopefully intact hand was, he started trying to move the charred pieces off and over to open ground. Vincent didn't even look to see if Cid was going to help him or not.
"...Cid, we should be looking for survivors," he said quickly as he jogged over to the rubble. He stopped in front of the ruined building, trying to figure out where to even begin. Keeping in mind where that hopefully intact hand was, he started trying to move the charred pieces off and over to open ground. Vincent didn't even look to see if Cid was going to help him or not.