Despite the tense atmosphere between the three of them, Wolfwood couldn't help but give a little snort when Vash tried to tempt the kid out of his shell with the prospect of his prosthetic, and he gave him a sly grin over the younger Vash's head.
"Hey, maybe he'll go with the hidden-machine-gun model. Did I ever tell you about that? Seems to come in pretty useful, until someone needs to...er...disarm him. Damn. That's an unfortunate wor-...?" Any amusement on his face - and even the small amount of awkwardness over the unintentional pun - immediately fell away when Vash warned that someone was coming, and his guard went up in its place. The fact that they weren't an Independent meant little in telling him whether they were a threat or not, so while he did his best not to appear overly suspicious, he still moved to put himself between the two of them and the source of the person's arrival.
"Well, nothing we shouldn't be able to handle, I'm sure." He leaned against the back of the bike, crossing his arms in what wanted to appear nonchalant but still gave him quick access to the sidearm hidden in its holster inside of his jacket. "Just hang back until we know what their intentions are, Vash. You'll be fine."
He didn't reach for the Punisher just yet. It still wasn't his, and it wasn't as if he couldn't grab it quickly enough, where it rested next to him on the rig he'd long-since had installed for the old one on the back of the bike.
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"Hey, maybe he'll go with the hidden-machine-gun model. Did I ever tell you about that? Seems to come in pretty useful, until someone needs to...er...disarm him. Damn. That's an unfortunate wor-...?" Any amusement on his face - and even the small amount of awkwardness over the unintentional pun - immediately fell away when Vash warned that someone was coming, and his guard went up in its place. The fact that they weren't an Independent meant little in telling him whether they were a threat or not, so while he did his best not to appear overly suspicious, he still moved to put himself between the two of them and the source of the person's arrival.
"Well, nothing we shouldn't be able to handle, I'm sure." He leaned against the back of the bike, crossing his arms in what wanted to appear nonchalant but still gave him quick access to the sidearm hidden in its holster inside of his jacket. "Just hang back until we know what their intentions are, Vash. You'll be fine."
He didn't reach for the Punisher just yet. It still wasn't his, and it wasn't as if he couldn't grab it quickly enough, where it rested next to him on the rig he'd long-since had installed for the old one on the back of the bike.