[Aw, crap. Vash had no problem when the thing was: over there. Coming closer not so much. He makes a meek shooing motion as he back up slightly, nearly tipping himself into the fountain.] Whoa! Whoa, there little fella! Nothing personal, but I'd rather not have you touching me.

[It's even creepier when it speaks. He wasn't exactly expecting that.] Yeah, I suppose I do. How's your little friend? I hope she's feeling better. I- ah, haha, well, I kinda... sort of... shot her once?