Yeah, no, he wasn't surprised in the least at the skeptical look he was getting during the explanation. it was honestly par for the course and he would have probably been more worried if he had believed him.
What he wasn't expecting was for that to even be within the realm of questions he was going to ask him, and there was a brief moment when Nick almost laughed out loud, catching it with a snort and trying to hide it behind his fist before it was able to fully come out.
Don't laugh, Nick, don't laugh, kids hate it when you laugh at their questions! Holy Shit, though, that was both the dumbest and somehow Vashiest of questions, and it was so hard not to crack right the Hell up. It was also a bit ironic, given the things he knew, and he couldn't help the very small smirk that settled on his face when he was finally able to regain his composure and pulled his hand away.
Oh, he could tease him so hard right now. And if circumstances were different, he would have pounced at the chance. But no, don't mock the kid, he's not the adult, he doesn't know Wolfwood the way the other two do, it would be harder for him to discern between outright meanness and playful teasing, especially with his head all scrambled from shock.
Still.........
"No, I'm not an alien. I was born and raised on this planet, never been anywhere else in all my twe-...er..." He stopped for a moment, blinking in suddenly bewildered, dawning almost-horror. "Twenty...something years?"
Sure, he didn't technically know his actual age, no, but he was pretty sure the last time he'd thought about it had been before December, and his best estimate then had been Twentymumblesix? Maybe seven? Ish?
Good Lord, he might be thirty years old, now, and he did not know how to feel about that.
He shook the stupor off of his face and gave a small laugh before getting himself back on track and turning a little smirk over at him.
"If we're being technical, I think you'd be the one who counts as an alien. You came from one of the Earth ships, right? Still, I think as long as you've spent here, you're as good as native, anyway." Honestly, even with his absurd adherence to his Love and Peace philosophy, you couldn't get much more No Man's Lander than Vash the Stampede, if you asked Wolfwood.
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What he wasn't expecting was for that to even be within the realm of questions he was going to ask him, and there was a brief moment when Nick almost laughed out loud, catching it with a snort and trying to hide it behind his fist before it was able to fully come out.
Don't laugh, Nick, don't laugh, kids hate it when you laugh at their questions! Holy Shit, though, that was both the dumbest and somehow Vashiest of questions, and it was so hard not to crack right the Hell up. It was also a bit ironic, given the things he knew, and he couldn't help the very small smirk that settled on his face when he was finally able to regain his composure and pulled his hand away.
Oh, he could tease him so hard right now. And if circumstances were different, he would have pounced at the chance. But no, don't mock the kid, he's not the adult, he doesn't know Wolfwood the way the other two do, it would be harder for him to discern between outright meanness and playful teasing, especially with his head all scrambled from shock.
Still.........
"No, I'm not an alien. I was born and raised on this planet, never been anywhere else in all my twe-...er..." He stopped for a moment, blinking in suddenly bewildered, dawning almost-horror. "Twenty...something years?"
Sure, he didn't technically know his actual age, no, but he was pretty sure the last time he'd thought about it had been before December, and his best estimate then had been Twentymumblesix? Maybe seven? Ish?
Good Lord, he might be thirty years old, now, and he did not know how to feel about that.
He shook the stupor off of his face and gave a small laugh before getting himself back on track and turning a little smirk over at him.
"If we're being technical, I think you'd be the one who counts as an alien. You came from one of the Earth ships, right? Still, I think as long as you've spent here, you're as good as native, anyway." Honestly, even with his absurd adherence to his Love and Peace philosophy, you couldn't get much more No Man's Lander than Vash the Stampede, if you asked Wolfwood.