[ Kabru wonders for a second if he had overstepped with the proximity. He's about to pull that hand away sheepishly when Vash returns the gesture. Perhaps he's unused to this kind of touch or positive attention and that's why it's a surprise. There's a lot that Kabru can discern from just this alone. He can already tell, for example, that one of those arms doesn't feel normal. It's hard, a bit like metal. Some people who lose their limbs back home get peg legs to make up for it, but there's nothing that could replicate a functional arm in this way. He must come from a land with advanced technology. Yet, it's barren? Interesting. ]

The same goes for you. We can figure this out together. [ Even if a lot of his mannerisms are performative, he does mean it. They've hit it off really well from this first meeting alone and he can sense that Vash is a kind person, so it would be great if they could support each other in this strange land. ]

The land I come from is nothing like this. We don't have ways to travel to a different part of the country in only seconds or send a letter to someone miles away instantaneously. We still use pigeons and horse carriages for all that, actually.