[ Vash's hand is at the hem of his shirt, mid motion to pull it up and over his head when he stops dead, bright blue eyes focused laser sharp on Akechi, his expression very purposefully crafted, neutral despite the wide eyed expression.

Well, he's not wrong. Vash exhales a laugh, airy and a little awkward as he spares Maruki an appreciative expression after a moment. Akechi is a little strange, but it's not that alarming, just... scientific? ]

It's fine. It's not me I'm worried about.

[ He pulls the shirt up over his head, knocking his sunglasses askew for a moment before those too, get put on the bench next to his arm. He's fairly unceremonious about the state of his scared up body, jagged stitched up skin and healed bullet wounds. Without the prosthetic arm, the little bits of metal and wiring that litter his frame almost seems out of place but he shrugs. ]

There are still fish in the lake, actually. So I'm not surprised. I guess a lot of what's going on is harmless... it still worries me though.