[Vash will reluctantly leave Ain, then, at least comforted by the knowledge that he is finally in a soft, warm bed, and can rest. He follows after Eve and makes sure to close the door behind him, bringing his good arm around himself as they go. The long sleeve of his jacket on his other side hangs loose, following behind in his wake.

He's silent, for a moment, looking down slightly at the floor ahead as he walks.]

You know who I am. [He finally supplies, glancing over at Eve out of the corner of his eye.] The Humanoid Typhoon.

[...]

The bounty on my head could renovate a hundred cities just like this one. You know that, right?