[Still a little stupified by the last few minutes, Vash takes a second to work up the courage to step inside. For all he knows, his head's about to get blasted by the handcannon. Closing the door behind him was just a matter of keeping other people safe. But no, Irene seems to have no intention of shooting at Vash.

It's a Christmas Miracle.

Taking the lantern into his hands, he breathes a sigh of relief. It isn't a bonfire, but it's a consistent source of warmth. He's not going to complain about that.]

That's a pretty hefty title, Miss Irene. I can't say I'm familiar with any of that, but it sounds like you've done a lot of good work. Especially if you've got so many people vouching for you!

[He cracks a grin, albeit one that's much more subdued and sheepish.]

Sorry, I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't desperate! I came from a desert before this! I had no idea what else to do!