A good, quiet exchange. Except that name is familiar. There is a shift; from the intense, mournful focus that permeated Vincent's manner to a focus on the present. With a slow turn of his head, the gunman wrenches his gaze from the river's reflection to study Zack.

"Your name..." He'd heard it before. A SOLDIER named Zack, wearing the uniform of a First. Is there really any other person...? After a moment's thought, Vincent asks.

"You know Cloud Strife." It's a statement.