Danny was a hero. Vergil barely knew the man and he already reguarded him in esteem. Not many would drop what their doing to help one in an emotional breakdown. Not in his world anyway. Seeing the man repeat the same action with the pretty woman, sealed the fact he was a good person in Vergil's mind.

Part of him expected to be ignored, he was knew, and she had clearly just went through something horrible, but she spoke and he offered an uneasy smile. After all, the world just shook under their feet. It could happen again. He reached up tucking his hair back again before offering a moved his free hand when he spoke. He was the type that made gestures when they spoke.

"I'm glad to hear it, that was quiet frightening." He was pretty much human now, everything could kill him, thus more worrying. "Do they come at certain seasons?" He asked curiously, almost tempted to open his new journal an jot a note, but not yet. "Yes, indeed it was, and I am new as well. My name's Vergil Sparda." At some point, he had dropped his adopted parents name for him, and took his birth name back, adding his father's name as his family name.