[When asked about who made his arm, Vash’s expression softens. He looks aside, his gaze briefly distant like he’s looking at something far away.]

A human named Bradd. He’s very knowledgeable when it comes to engineering…I wouldn’t have the arm at all if it weren’t for him and his team.

[Though honestly, the people of ship three owe Vash. It’s the least they could do, really.]

It’s usually very durable. It takes a lot of force to crack it like that…but it got struck in a weak point, I’m guessing.

[Bullets, man.]