( She does come across as very ... sheltered isn't quite the right word, but it's as close as Vash can get. He understands it a little, no matter how much distance he travels he's still different from everyone else, still has a separate frame of reference for things. He could be called sheltered too. Which means he offers her another sunny smile, bright and pleasant. )

We could go exploring together when we land, if you want? And you can tell me about their philosophies! I only really know how people treat death on No Man's, and usually that's kind of Christian-adjacent but also not really. Wolfwood tried charging me twenty thousand double-dollars to bury some strangers, once. But he had the rites almost down, so.

( Any funeral he's ever attended has been the same thing - a hole in the ground and a wealth of sadness. He doesn't know how it's ever done any differently. )