[Well if they're going to the water cooler, Vash will help himself to another cup because, again, he's thorsty. He won't chug this one at least and takes it a little slower, glancing across the room at the few other people scattered about minding their own business.]

Well...there aren't a lot of people in here. And they might not know each other, so they're just not saying anything. I don't think they'd mind us talking, really.

[They might mind if they were overly loud, which can be a problem when your pet is a bird, but Ain has been very good in that regard so far. Vash isn't worried.

From here, it takes their laundry about a half hour to wash, maybe a little less since the load is so light. Vash has to step away to take the wet clothes out and toss them into the dryer, and then it's another twenty minutes of waiting on that. During this time, several people come and go. They watch someone struggle with the door getting stuck on their machine, until Vash volunteers to rush over and help them get it open. For him, it's as easy as popping the top on a can, and the man who was struggling seems immensely grateful afterwards. It's...heartwarming, to Vash, and he's grinning from ear to ear when he comes back. After that, ten more minutes pass before the machine beeps and their clothes are clean and dry.

Vash, once he's gotten their clothes stuffed back into the bag, holds up his red jacket and looks it over a moment, checking to make sure it survived the trip in the washing machine alright. He knows he should wait until he has cleaner clothes on to actually put it on...

Which is why he drapes it over Ain's shoulders. It's so, so soft and warm since it just came out of the dryer.]

There. Ready to go?