Shifting a little closer to her, Vincent furtively reached for her shoulder. "Andrea, I can understand your sensitivity... it's not as if I don't have my own lineage problems, but we can protect you." He fixed his usual confidence in place and smiled.
"First off, there's me. And 90% of the time, me would be enough. Magic usually fares quite well against those who only ascribe to science." He grins. "Secondly, you're a... dare I say, fantastic warrior and cunning mind in your own right. Third, there's Kristoff, who has a, while not staggering, impressive intellect himself, and his armor to cover the gap. Fourth, if all else fails, Cassandra can punt him across the East River."
He squeezes her shoulder gently, enough to dimple the synthesized skin he devised for her, but not enough to feel the metal beneath it.
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