( vash just looks relieved and happy when he spots his coat in that basket, reaching for it, relieved that he hadn't lost the only thing he has of home; the only gift he's ever received. ) Found you... ( the words are spoken out in the gentlest of whispers as he looks at his clothes fondly, glad to be reunited with these raggedy little articles of clothing. it's true. they're old. it's hard to get hold of anything new back home. he's been wearing this red coat of his for over a century now. it's amazing how he's managed to keep it from getting tattered and torn considering the shit he's been through. )

There must be something weird going on here. ( he puts his basket down to scratch at the back of his head as he looks around the laundromat. ) I was here the entire while. I don't think anyone could have swapped it just for kicks. ( he would've definitely noticed. )

I'm just going to hang these to dry on that line over there. You wanna do the same? ( technically, he can just dry his clothes back at the apartment, but he's not in a rush to leave just yet. it's nice to meet someone new, especially in a strange city like this. )

I'm Vash the Stampede. It's real nice to meet you, Faust. And thank you. ( he would've been sad about it if he'd lost his clothes. probably even shed some tears over it. he's kind of a crybaby like that. so he's grateful to her. )