"Huh." Alone isn't good. He at least had Knives for quite a while, and between the two of them they managed to eke out a living. Vash doesn't look underfed or ill at least, so Octovern is either treating him very kindly or he has someone looking out for him. "You're definitely teeny, short stuff." Like he is compared to the Vash he met!

Standing around thinking isn't really his strong suit though, so he waves one hand. "Come on, if you want to eat that you can't do it in the middle of the road." Where's he headed? That abandoned caravan wagon, because why the hell not, and also the rest of his meager belongings are in it. "I'm.. um."

He's definitely alone. In a few decades, hell even a few more years he might be better at mastering his own expressions, but now his heart's still on his sleeve and either the first question or the second is profoundly upsetting. "Yeah. I. ...Yeah, I am now." If he has other scars there's no sign of them, just that stump of an arm which is its own brand of wrongdoing. It had been fair retaliation, for what he did. But what happened to it? "Worms ate it."

And then he ate the worms. The circle of life, with him as the base of it.