He didn't exactly relax when he saw the young woman approaching, seemingly laden down with some sort of supplies, but something about her approach didn't exactly read to him as "Here to start trouble," so he didn't immediately jump up to follow after Vash when he approached her to speak. It also let him keep himself between her and the little guy. She got through one Blondie, then she'd have to get through him. They wouldn't make it easy, that was for sure.

It was while he was standing by, trying to pick up their voices at such a distance, that he heard rustling behind him and turned his head, his eyebrows lifting up over the driving goggles when he saw Vash trying to figure out how to put the chocolate bar and the canteen down without tipping it over into the sand.

"Hey, whatcha doin'? Want me to hold it?" He reached back, holding his hand out, but also just a little bewildered. There was a pace to his movements, a wateriness to his eyes, that belied the attempt at looking composed that he could see written on his face, not that he was particularly surprised.

"What do you need? You want my help?" Was he looking for something? Trying to get up on the bike? What was your goal here, kiddo?