Nicholas couldn't read all the things on the man's face, not yet familiar enough, but he could see that something... was upsetting him. He just couldn't understand what.

But then. Then he gave him specific information, confirmation, that Miss Melanie and the kids were all right, or had been, recently, alive and taken care of. The relief at the news was immediate, shoulders sagging released from the tension he'd been holding himself with suddenly draining out of him.

"Oh... They're... they're alright." He rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. "Thanks. Val. 'm Nicholas. Nice t'meetcha?"

That's what people should say to each other. Right? With kids it was kind of always different, though at the same time, Vash seemed as upset and in pain right now as a lot of those who came to the orphanage. That somehow made it easier and harder to deal with. With kids, he had some idea of what could have happened, and even how to make them feel better. With adults, he had no knowledge.

Actually, he would offer food...

He stared at the sandwich in his hand, and then at the man. Then carefully returned to nibbling.

"Um... spaceships?" He'd been focused on finding his family. Kind of ignoring a lot of other things.

Like the whole terrans thing.