Oh, I wouldn't go that far. [He flaps a cybernetic hand, it's movement just as fluid as that of his own flesh and blood limb. Another laugh bubbles out of him, as if this were somehow a normal conversation for him.

Even if it does make him a little uneasy when he thinks too hard about the question. He can practically hear the hiss of impossibly sharp knives cutting through the air, feel the impact followed by the painless severance of nerves.

And then he pushes the thought from his head.]

I figured I'd just up and stumbled onto another planet, really. [That is, somehow, the less likely option of the two. But again, Vash is trying to not think about that.] Ah, but... all of that's kind of a lot, huh?

The way you're talking... does that mean you're not from around here either?