He hauls himself awkwardly back off the ground. In time it'll become a more graceful thing but even now there's the urge to reach with an arm he doesn't have for better balance. "We'll see what the upper neighborhood has."

It's important, the difference. "These people out here.. they're like us. Just trying to get by, doing the best they can with what they have, trying to make a life for themselves." Humans can be terrible. But not all of them, and a lot of them just wanted to live. "So if we're going to take something, we need to make sure it's from some asshole who's got more than their fair share. You know, like Robin Hood. ...Which means you get in more trouble if you get caught, but it's worth it." He's been caught before, but he's learning a lot about wiggling out of tight places these past few months. Lessons that'll help down the line at some point, every Vash is slippery as an eel eventually. "Just remember, we get caught? Big sad eyes. The bigger and sadder, the better." These are important life lessons, more than anything else could be.

He eels his way into the abandoned caravan through a window though, hunting for the items he'd put inside. The door doesn't really.. open anymore. Time to collect as much food as he can, because who knows when they'd be back.