Vash heads out to the mob with his hands up. The smile and laughter diffuses some of the mob's thunder. They can't believe this meek looking man could possibly be the Vash the Stampede. Especially when he does nothing to stop the sucker punch to his face. Surely Vash the Stampede wouldn't whine like the way this man just did at taking one punch.

One man grabs Vash's hair and another two grab his arms. "Where's your pet? Even if you ain't the typhoon you have to be banging that pussy."

Vash simply smiles and gives his shoulder a shrug. "Left in the night. Don't know where-oof!" The man hits Vash again.

"Don't feed me that crap. I saw that thing in the hotel earlier. So where is he."

Vash sees where Azwel is and he is not happy. "Don't believe me? Why don't you go search my room. You'll see he's gone! LONG GONE"