Shelter is always a welcome thing, even if it came in the form of a sand steamer full of MYSTERIES, like what blew out its side? Mysteries ... he hasn't really bothered to consider much, there was too much to get into, like plenty of abandoned resources and a growing heap of blankets and mattresses relocated into one of the window-bedecked upper decks so he can get a good look around AND be nice and cosy.
And then there's a voice. One he does not expect to hear, and he pauses, hip deep in blankets, listening intently. Then heads for a window to peer out.
There's definitely someone down there. For a few breaths there's a conflict between staying quiet and keeping his stuff to himself and the greater impulse to share whatever can be found. That out there, if nothing else, is someone in need.
A porthole pops open. "USS Rusty Menace to Vash the Stampede! Watch the sharp edges and do not under any circumstances trust the metal staircase. It has exactly one bolt in it."
He doesn't really sound like either Knives or Vash, a vague unfamiliar point somewhere in between instead, but that voice SOUNDS friendly enough. And there's a quaver when that disembodied voice speaks up again. "Are you really Vash the Stampede though? You're not going to blow up the ship are you?" Of course it's not Vash the Stampede, Vash the Stampede was, more or less, already onboard. Except this man did sound right, he's certain of that.
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And then there's a voice. One he does not expect to hear, and he pauses, hip deep in blankets, listening intently. Then heads for a window to peer out.
There's definitely someone down there. For a few breaths there's a conflict between staying quiet and keeping his stuff to himself and the greater impulse to share whatever can be found. That out there, if nothing else, is someone in need.
A porthole pops open. "USS Rusty Menace to Vash the Stampede! Watch the sharp edges and do not under any circumstances trust the metal staircase. It has exactly one bolt in it."
He doesn't really sound like either Knives or Vash, a vague unfamiliar point somewhere in between instead, but that voice SOUNDS friendly enough. And there's a quaver when that disembodied voice speaks up again. "Are you really Vash the Stampede though? You're not going to blow up the ship are you?" Of course it's not Vash the Stampede, Vash the Stampede was, more or less, already onboard. Except this man did sound right, he's certain of that.