Vinny glanced between the two lame ducks he'd ended up with. Even now, his instincts were flared to life, keen, and ready. He wondered idly whether he only looked after people to give himself the illusion of danger, to keep those instincts alive. But he knew it wasn't true. He just didn't want them to get hurt. It had always been his flaw. Vinny had no time for those who didn't try to keep themselves out of danger if they couldn't protect themselves, but he had far less time for those who would attack those vulnerable people. Right now, these two wouldn't be much use in a fight. Oh, sure, he could see plenty of ways they could do some amazing things if they wanted to train for it, but right now, both were suffering from their gifts more than anything else.
Vinny rubbed the fingers of his left hand together slightly at his side, glancing down the hallway and starting them off towards the dining hall. He could feel the forcefield wrapped tight around each finger, each joint malleable and impregnable. But he couldn't feel his fingers. He felt the stretch inside, but the touch of skin to skin was something he would never feel again. That was ok. Not feeling other things, like bullets, helped make up for that.
Nevertheless, as they walked, Vinny watched Ashton move. It certainly was awkward, and Ellen made a good point. Having some shoes and gloves would make day to day life far easier, but the more he wore, the harder it was for him to vanish completely. As they came up to a broader space where Ashton would have to go without the benefit of the wall, Vinny rounded on him, holding a hand out to stop their progress.
"Ellen's right. You could at least get some socks or something." As he spoke, Vinny focused, and reached down to slap Ashton's shins. He couldn't see them, but he could make an educated guess through the pyjamas. He wrapped small forcefields around the boy's lower legs before standing. "Arms." He wasn't as finessed with other people as he was on himself, but these would still do the trick. He focused as he wrapped more around Ashton's arms as elbow guards, and painted forcefields on his palms. He let them become imperfect, and the forcefields seeped into the visible range. Most of the time his forcefields were invisible, except for a tiny shimmer like a heat wave, but if they were big enough, or imperfect enough, they glimmered with a faint white light. Enough for Ashton to see his extremities by, anyway. At least he couldn't bash them into anything now. "Don't hit anything too hard or they'll break." His forcefields broke sometimes. Never his inner one, of course, but the projected ones, especially when he intentionally made them flawed so they were visible. These ones would fade over time. "Let me know when they run out." It wouldn't be long once Vinny stopped thinking about them. Maybe an hour, because they were weak.
Stepping back, Vinny drew a critical eye over Ashton, and shrugged, stepping back into line and moving into the dining hall. He ran a small forcefield alongside Ashton as they walked, giving him something other than the wall to hang onto. It was more a mental exercise than it was anything else. He couldn't help Ashton permanently, but he could make this morning a little easier. And test his own limits at the same time. "You two got free time?" he asked.