He's just about to declare the ship empty and claim salvage rights over the coolest, darkest spot deep in the hold when a porthole aways down the side of the hulk pops open, and a familiar voice greets him. Of course it's another him! No Knives would greet him that way, and he's run into enough other Vashes by now that it's not even really a surprise to hear himself.

"Those rumors are based on hearsay and exaggeration!" And facts, but that's neither here nor there. "I'm just looking for a place to get some sleep out of the suns, friend!"

Everyone's okay with that, right? Because he's coming in.