Oh, there was almost a level of irritation there, but not the way Vash was expecting. And Wolfwood quashed it down almost as quickly as it rose. This wasn't just some idiotic altruism over the girl, mindlessly sacrificing their supplies because someone gave him a sad face. This was everything involved with the bodies in that town, mixed with physical trauma and starvation, and all of it being carried by a young, very sensitive boy who had already suffered more than most people at his comparable age. Of course he wasn't going to be thinking clearly.

"Hey, hey, hold on."

When he turned toward him, his voice had softened, and he bent at the waist, trying to catch his eye. Let her see if she wanted. If she tried anything, he would still be fast enough with his back turned, knowing that Blondie would give some kind of warning sound as a heads up.

"Slow down. She didn't come from the town, Vash, she came from the opposite direction. She's got her own kit with her. She doesn't look in too bad of shape, either, from what I can tell. But if it makes you feel better, let's let Blondie talk to her, and if it's safe, maybe you can talk to her afterward. Just so you can make sure, alright?"