( He seems... kind. Something about him reminds her of Dante. Not just the red coat, of course, but the kindness, the gentle way of his voice. It's not as if a clock's ticking can convey tone quite so well, but the connection they have translates it well enough. Besides, Faust likes to think she's just enough of a genius to know these things. )

Line drying is less efficient in most cases, but in the case of warping clothes between washing machines, Faust supposes this would be ideal. Help me retrieve my coat.

( After all, she threw it in a dryer again. And sure enough, just as she hypothesized, when she swings the door of that one open... It's got something else entirely in there. Systematically, she'll start going door by door to locate it again. )

"Vash the Stampede." It sounds more title than name.