[Tifa likely had no idea just how helpful she'd been in that moment. But relief is plain on Vincent's face- or rather, the little of it he shows as he moves his head to the side, allowing a long breath to leave his pallid lips and warm his high collar- his eyes closing for a long moment.]

...I see. Thank you.

[A great deal of tension seems to have left him- his posture relaxing (just a little) as he brings himself to look at her once more. An explanation was likely in order.]

There was something I needed to do before I was brought here.

[Likely the same story for everyone else. He was hardly special in that regard. ...But he'd worried. More than he'd like to admit.]

At the point in time I'm from- [A faint snort. As if some part of him still couldn't believe it.] -everyone's relying on me. I've no intention of failing.

[And yes. Learning that the planet going to hell in a handbasket was on pause helped. Immensely. He moves his gaze toward the street- spying an assortment of kids exchanging their candies. Kids that are en route to the both of them, having seen Tifa's goodies. So:]

You're up.

[A sidestep away. Just to allow the kids adequate room as they begin their bargaining with the unscary adult.]