[This is, of course, bad news for Vash here. He puts his mechanical hand over his face and kind of just sits there for a moment before dropping it.]

If I'll go back to where--or when?--I was, are things on pause back home? [That would be mildly comforting.]

And yeah, how'd you guess? [He chuckles.] Nothing but sand where I'm from. This snow stuff is real new to me.