"Somewhere safe, where I can help your body heal up that arm. And then you can consider options for a prosthesis. If you like this one," Vast held up his left arm and wriggled his fingers, "I'm sure that might happen. Or something entirely different."

He looked up to smile at Wolfwood, and then blinked, looking at the dunes behind him. "I think... someone is coming. A single person." A pause, his eyes narrowed, and he added, "not an Independent."

The last part was important, before Wolfwood went in full defense mode at the drop of a hat... Or Vash panicked. Or something else.