Vince flips the coin, up in the air and spinning quick enough that for a second it looks like a levitating sphere of dull silver and gold before it comes down with a thwack on his palm. Vince slaps it over onto the opposite hand.

'Tails,' he announces, tucking the coin away with a little shimmy; his pockets accommodate coins well enough, but once you stick a few fingers in there as well, things started getting a little tricky. Slightly buzzes up from their position on his arm to hover in midair, zipping back and forth like they're anxious to get going.

'That way, then, yeah?' Vince nods back in the direction they came from.

The mist's creeping in again, all tickly fog-fingers that want to get under Vince's shirt and jacket, and he swipes idly at it as they set off, sending little eddies of cold air spiralling away under his hands. 'What were you running from?' Slightly asks after a moment, curious in their piping little voice. 'Or, well, d'you know what it is you thought might be after you, or did you just think, whatever, this woods is well creepy, there's probably summat here what wants to crunch us down like a Twix?'