[Perhaps at some point, Vash will grill Sesa about the details. He might not be much of a fighter, but he does have a curious mind. He'd love to know what makes the gun tick, if only to have something to do. For now, though, he's rubbing at his forehead and muttering to himself. He doesn't seem to immediately notice Sesa until he speaks and — ]

Eep! [He jumps with enough force to send the screwdriver flying off into the distance. It lands with a tink. Vash stares after it, shame creeping up from the base of his spine and settling at the tips of his digits.]

I, um. Well, you see I just - [He takes a deep breath. Focus.] You looked pretty worn out! And I know my way around a gun so I figured I could help put the thing back together. Only I didn't get very far and uh -

Is this weird? This is weird, isn't it.