Yeah, uh. He's gonna' need a minute once they take the necessary twists, turns, and hallway skips to get to the vendor's hall--standing just at the entryway at the huge room that's not only packed with people; but with colourful wares of all shapes and sizes. Dolls and posters and plushies and action figures; replica weapons, costumes and--was that a giant pillow with--

Books. There were tons of books--And vash's eyes are doing a thing, his pupils getting wider and then smaller as they dash around for a moment before becoming shaded by the wide, orange glasses he wore; as if to hide the way his eyes moved in an inhuman nature as he took it all in at once.

"...No, I take it back. Places like this are really, really dangerous..."