[Vash takes the shells with a nod. He... does appreciate it, even if he won't say as much.
In any case, he emerges from his business sometime later. He holds a notebook in one hand, and a rucksack of various goods in another. He slings the bag over his shoulder, before making his way past Livio. He knows he'll be followed, at least.]
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In any case, he emerges from his business sometime later. He holds a notebook in one hand, and a rucksack of various goods in another. He slings the bag over his shoulder, before making his way past Livio. He knows he'll be followed, at least.]