There's something wrong with this Vash, Wolfwood couldn't help but think, as he watched the guy standing there, just absolutely dumbfounded by the car engine. The one he'd met already had been familiar enough -- so nice it made your teeth hurt, and stubborn in a way that made him want to start throwing punches. This one, though?

Vash giggled like a madman, and started apologizing for not having the first clue how cars worked, and Wolfwood felt the rage starting to bloom under one eye. This one was messed up bad. He's seen plenty of what trauma can do to people, more and more often from the inflicting end, and he was pretty sure that whatever happened to this guy, he didn't want it as part of his future.

He was out of cigarettes, so chewing on his thumbnail was the best he can manage to sate that need to wreck something. "Then why'd you offer?" The dumbass could most likely be heard even without having to say it out loud.