[ Just when Vash is sure he can't walk any further, the heat lines raising off the sands form themselves into a big building, with a funny tower in the middle. The promise of shade, and maybe people, gets him to slog the last mile or so, the heavy cross-body bag weighing down every step. The thin (and too big) jumpsuit at least has kept him from the worst of the sun, but his very pale face is pink and sweaty, and his spiky blond hair dark with sweat... well, sweat and sand. He fell down once or twice, don't make a big deal out of it.
oh hi
But now he's here! Wherever 'here' is. ]
Hello? Hello, is there anybody here?