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"You're helping right now..." Vash murmured, and gave the arm he was still clung onto a reassuring squeeze. With the Captain a good ways ahead of them (nearly around the corner already), he wouldn't overhear them easily, so Vash added, just for them-- "red ones first... m-might be able to save them, but... I can't do it all at once this time, th-there's way too much going on..."

He didn't mind the continued bracing though, honestly-- him and Wolfwood seemed to need the grounding, and the less he wobbled on his feet, the less unstable he'd look to outside perspectives, which was good. There was a stark difference between 'being sensitive to these things' and what was really going on; stabilizing quickly would lend a lot more gravity to the former over the latter...

... which... sort of begged the question: were they still pretending for the sake of their new pals? The Captain was one thing, but Ashton had probably seen... and heard... enough to know that they weren't exactly on the up and up. He hadn't set any security measures or anything on them yet, though... maybe that was a good sign.

Or maybe he just hadn't figured out how to do that, yet; Vash set his mind on the more optimistic of the routes and discarded the train of thought entirely.

"Oh, there are doors down here alright-- a whole extra way to both the lab and the rat room." called their raider friend, dedicated to being a most excellent third in their situation. Which was appreciated, but-- "do your thing, Plant boys. I got your six down this way."

Vash couldn't help but wonder the same thing. Any other raider would've turned tail and ran, like the rest of them... but he supposed that it wasn't just any other raider that claimed they 'knew what Eye runoff looked like'. He hadn't shot them yet, though-- quite the opposite, actually, having turned his weapon down when he'd realized it was just two people. A professional Eye assassin and one of the most wanted men on the planet, and this man was still treating them like normal people...

... maybe Vash would ask more questions, once they were out of there. For now, though, they needed to work. "C'mon... end's in sight... then we can go back up and hide from the storm again~..."

"You're really sensitive to these kinds of things, huh?" Wolfwood speaks in low tones, still trying to maintain some sort of professionalism (though that is not his priority). He wraps his arm around Vash's middle and lifts him slowly, being sure to brace him the whole way up. Reaching over and comforting Vash with a kiss is, unfortunately, not an option here. Giving away that he has something to lose is one of the biggest mistakes he could make, especially now.

He probably doesn't need to continue bracing Vash, but he does anyway. Comfort is a two-way street, and touching like this definitely helps to ground himself as well.

"I'm here, okay? Focus on that. What do we have to do? How can I help?"

The undertaker switches focus to the Captain currently fearlessly checking for danger. What does he want down here...?

"Is there anything else interesting? Any doors?" Wolfwood calls out to the Captain, curious of the layout of this room. There might be ways to offices or conference rooms or... prison cells...

No. No. They need to take care of the Plants, and get the hell out of here. This isn't the time to look more into the organization that employed him—they're all gone, there's no one here to do business as usual, whatever nefarious deed that might be.