And there was still that niggling thought at the back of his mind that he'd found while looking at the submarine's antenna, and lost at Finger's interruption. It refused to go away entirely, and with any luck he'd rediscover it while he was poking around.
He slowly worked his way around to the opposite side of the submarine; as Aeris and Fingers descended into the blackness of the doorway behind him, all sounds fell away other than his own breathing and the loud clacking of his metal boots on the floor. In the face of such oppressive silence, Fingers' loud insanity seemed like a perfectly natural response. Why on earth had the man willingly stayed in a place like this, rather than leaving with the others?
Vincent soon spotted the ladder that Fingers had mentioned and moved over to it, metal claw and boots clanking as he climbed up on top of the submarine. The hatch was open; with one last glance around the docks, Vincent dropped inside.