Aw, you know how it is. [Vash's smile doesn't falter. Once more, his gaze settles on Vimes. Now that he's assured himself that he's not at risk from Knives, he can focus on the threat in front of him. He's almost certain that the man means well but... so did a lot of people on No Man's Land. That didn't make their bullets hurt any less, though.] We all have our ghosts, yeah?
[He dips his shoulder low, trying to cast off the hand clapped over him. He takes a single step back, then drops both hands into his pockets. He lifts up, bringing out the lining with him, showing that he's got nothing worth hiding. Then he shifts, showing off the holster strapped to his thigh, still missing its gun.
These are practiced motions, it would seem. He's done this before.]
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[He dips his shoulder low, trying to cast off the hand clapped over him. He takes a single step back, then drops both hands into his pockets. He lifts up, bringing out the lining with him, showing that he's got nothing worth hiding. Then he shifts, showing off the holster strapped to his thigh, still missing its gun.
These are practiced motions, it would seem. He's done this before.]
I'm not here to cause trouble. Honest.