There is a subtle beat of silence as he assesses her words. They are fatalistic, but can't serve to worry him in the slightest. Impossible odds are the things Vector has been dealing with since forever, and he hasn't failed to majorly derail whatever cryptic demise's plans were even once.

"Me? Nothing." He seems honestly puzzled at the idea that he alone could be planning to do something about what he heard about just seconds prior. "I will do what I can once I see a reason to act, but this is not my jurisdiction nor level of authority to get involved with even theoretically at this point."