It has got wheels, so potentially Vash could simply wheel Azwel out of the building.

"Hm?" Azwel's eyes slip shut for a moment, then flicker open again. "That device, it... routed all that data through me. More than... Palindrome.... Much more. Quite a... strain, as it turns out."

He shakes his head. "I just need to rest for a while." He's used up the little strength he'd regained. This place, he thinks to himself. I've never felt so ill so often until I came here.

"By god, if I still had it, though, this'd be a snap." He flops sideways against Vash. "Oh. I don't think this room should be... tilting."