Rem is busy all the time, and that means it's got to be his job to keep the station tidy. If it was just a matter of dishes, and putting things away, and maybe laundry, he wouldn't mind so much... but the darn sand gets in everywhere. It comes in the open windows, it tracks into the station on his shoes, it works its way through the cracks and seams and gets everywhere, crunchy and scratchy and sneezy and it's so frustrating!

He's sweeping, again, trying to get the last bit of sand and dust out of the corner of the main room, when another child leans into the station and starts talking to him, just out of the blue. Vash spins around, heart pounding and broom held up like a sword... but that really is just a kid.

A kid who just called him a busybody?

"Well, you're a... a pretty big jerk for stickin' your head in my house and calling me names!"