Unsurprisingly, the other man was exactly the type Vash was used to encountering in weapons stores. Some things never change, even in a strange city like this. "Because places like this aren't usually cheerful?" Vash couldn't help thinking the way he did; weapons in general weren't something that he enjoyed. They were just necessary.

"And hey, don't ask me! I don't work here." Vash preferred guns too, obviously. Being reminded of it, he started to wander away from the plushie shelf, and towards where the guns were on display. Those, at least, he was a lot more familiar with. All he really needed was a box of bullets or two and then he'd be all done here. If he could find where they put the ammo, anyway.