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[Vash is sitting at the bar that the one Wolfwood had left there on the plane, with a beer in front of him, something in a brown bottle with a black cat's face on the label. He's not brooding, of course not, he's just... sitting there, staring out into space. Literally.]

I haven't seen him in weeks. I don't know if he went somewhere, or...

[Why is he even talking to himself? It's clearly Miller beer time.]