Were it any other man, perhaps Vayne would not have noticed him - as it stands, it is sometimes difficult to avoid noticing the good Doctor even when you close your eyes and wish very fervently to be left alone with your tea and useless quiet. But with Cid, for Vayne, always did come Venat, and the promise of more things to be used, and information of a bolstering sort to be levied against the bastion of the Gods and their works.

As he rises to garner Cid's attention from the innermost parts of the establishment, he feels an aching memory of nethicite inlay into his very flesh and bones. It does not stop his voice from warmth, "My friend!" The Solidor takes care to push from the table entirely, strong strides taking him to Cid's side. "Your vision failed you yet wherein Siegfried goes unnoticed?" There's a click to his tongue, but he offers the older man a bow of his head, perhaps less than his station truly demanded but in these circumstances he is sure the scientist will not mind. They are both men who are not exactly what they were before. "A pain fills my breast, sir."