[Wolfwood may not be looking at Nai directly, but he can feel the Independent's gaze on him. Piercing, judgemental, hateful. And for just a brief moment, he does happen to look up at him over Vash's shoulder, getting the full brunt of those eyes watching before he has to look away again.

He clicks his tongue harshly against the roof of his mouth, focused on Vash now. Just...not entirely. He does not trust Nai to not just garrote them both while they aren't looking, which is why it's nearly baffling Vash is willing to actually turn his back on him.

What's happened, since he's gotten here?]

Needle-noggin, I'm okay.

[He...isn't, actually! He's bleeding quite a fucking lot, which is why he's quick to jolt back when Vash tries shoving his hand away from it. He knows he needs to keep the pressure on, but Vash is both faster than him and also stronger by a wide margin, which means he'll get to see that it's not just skin deep. It would be healed over in due time if he used a vial, but he seems to be staunchly avoiding doing so for the time being. It's not worth the waste, in his mind.]

...but I ain't goin' anywhere until I know what the hell's going on, here. What happened, how long...has he been here?