His hand goes automatically to his hair when the younger Vash comments on it, but he's careful to school his face into a bland smile. "It's not that flashy, is it?" That's right -- he wouldn't know what the black meant yet. Well, there's plenty of time for him to find out, and maybe even to avoid burning through his energy the way some of the older Vashes had to.

But then all thoughts of July are swept aside as the worm shudders back to life. spraying dust everywhere and fleeing back toward the softer sand. Vash's hand twitches for his gun, but he doesn't really want to shoot the poor thing. Besides, if it gets away, they'll just have to go find something more suitable to eat, right?

So he leaves his gun in its holster and runs just a little too slowly after the worm right behind the other Vash, grabbing for the rapidly kicking hind legs. Oh darn, the worm is too fast, and Vash simply doesn't have any hope of catching it! Alas!

"Worm, get back here!"