"I'm stuck here?" Vincent says, incredulously. "By what? You?"

His laugh, this time, is more genuine.

"You're nothin' but a figment of my imagination, mate. I've fought off worse'n you." He sighs. "Look, just... piss off, will ya? Before I find out if there's a consequence to shooting my own hallucination."

And he's just going to turn to keep walking.