The potential survivor both is, and is not, Vash's problem right now. She is, by way of probably she's starving at best; but approaching for conversation ... that part not so much, not when it's taking all his focus to figure out how to accomplish the task of finding things to give away that aren't even his to give away. It is if nothing else, distracting. A focus point, that simultaneously soothes and aggravates the gnawing guilt of what happened to the entire stinking, rotting town. Someone lived, but someone was surrounded only by the dead.
He stops at the sound of Wolfwood's voice, and then promptly hands both things over. He can always reclaim them later, one at a time, if the other person didn't want them. It was almost funny, if he allowed himself to dwell on it, how much easier everything is with two hands, and now he --
Nope, not going to dwell on that.
In another fifty, sixty years he might be a lot better at controlling emotions, or looking calm when he isn't, but the best he can do is a solid try at it, try to look calm, try to sound calm. That would be taken more seriously than a blubbering mess, right? He could cry later. He certainly WOULD later, but he can hold it together a little longer. "The survivor. They're ... they're going to need help."
Of course, it's about the other person. He didn't see the approach, doesn't quite know where she came from. It could have been any house. "I don't want them to die too." So: he'd been told there were more supplies, surely a few meal bars could be spared, some water, maybe a map..
Based on the earlier reactions to his insistence they even check for survivors to begin with (and that Wolfwood apparently missed one.. maybe more..) he already suspects what the reaction is going to be: anger, yelling maybe, disgust at his persistence the way Knives tended to, and he braces for the inevitability.
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He stops at the sound of Wolfwood's voice, and then promptly hands both things over. He can always reclaim them later, one at a time, if the other person didn't want them. It was almost funny, if he allowed himself to dwell on it, how much easier everything is with two hands, and now he --
Nope, not going to dwell on that.
In another fifty, sixty years he might be a lot better at controlling emotions, or looking calm when he isn't, but the best he can do is a solid try at it, try to look calm, try to sound calm. That would be taken more seriously than a blubbering mess, right? He could cry later. He certainly WOULD later, but he can hold it together a little longer. "The survivor. They're ... they're going to need help."
Of course, it's about the other person. He didn't see the approach, doesn't quite know where she came from. It could have been any house. "I don't want them to die too." So: he'd been told there were more supplies, surely a few meal bars could be spared, some water, maybe a map..
Based on the earlier reactions to his insistence they even check for survivors to begin with (and that Wolfwood apparently missed one.. maybe more..) he already suspects what the reaction is going to be: anger, yelling maybe, disgust at his persistence the way Knives tended to, and he braces for the inevitability.