[ berries secured in his little side-bag, Vash is gonna get up and start wandering again--purposefully going the direction opposite to where he saw that pack of ursaring running off. He'll keep a little more of an eye out this time--the feathers on the back of his neck already twitching in uncertainty if their job was done by now. ]

S....seventy feet. of hair.
Seventy. [ he has to repeat it. And stare. because GOOD FUCKING LORD, that's too? much hair? he'd had long hair when he was a kid and getting it cut off was a relief--and it was barely more than three feet long, then!! ]

I can't imagine how she functions with that much weight following her around, let alone living with it. It must be really magical.

[ he's now imagining a girl with hair that floats, because otherwise how would it work. A hand moves to push his glasses up on his nose. ]

But you're right, I think. That's a real positive way of looking at things. [ and that's what he's into, honestly. ]
If Corona is a good world, then going home is probably a good thing.