[Does Vash's expression sober? Maybe it's hard to tell from how far apart they are, but his eyes certainly lose a bit of their usual glimmer. He glances up toward the ceiling, watching the smoke waft up and wondering how long it might take to discolor the plaster there. It's a far better train of thought then the one he's meant to be going down right now, at least.

Still, he knows better than to try and ignore Wolfwood. Not for long periods of time, at least. Eventually he straightens himself up and offers little more than a shrug. Even this won't be enough, though, and so eventually he supplies:]

I had family on another ship. Brad and Luida are their names. They raised me.

[Without context, maybe Wolfwood will think that they're regular supporters. That they're not asleep for years at a time, or busy with work during others. They patch him up when necessary, sure, but they're not like Wolfwood.]

I don't like to keep people around. You've seen what happens when folks get too close. The last thing I want is to cause more trouble.