He can't decide whether to be annoyed or to laugh. Was he this much of a pain in the butt at this age? Honestly, it really is hilarious. "I'm going to cover it up!" Bad Lads look, really? "And I'll take the coat off too." Leaving the skin-tight leather number, but at least it's less distinctive than all that bright determination red?

And okay, sure, he went into town earlier not in disguise, with his hair crested up and his coat screaming out his identity to the world, but he's able to keep a low profile when he needs to! Sometimes! ...Look, it's happened before, therefore it's possible again, right?

He digs in his pocket for a clean handkerchief he's sure he left in there. "It's not long enough anymore to pull back, so how about I cover it with... with..." It's in there, right? He had a handkerchief, honest! Did it fall out? His eye is drawn to the white powder still clinging to younger Vash's, well, everything, and Vash sighs. "With some of that stuff," he grumbles, pointing at the pile of diatomaceous earth on the ground by the worm trap. "White hair, no coat, now can we go get lunch?"

Leaving off his bulletproof coat when heading into a city of people who are gunning for him seems like a terrible idea, but so long as he keeps his head down, it'll be fine!