He wasn't going to ask. He really wasn't. This whole gathering was surreal enough without the knowledge of the -- of how Smith had gotten the blood type down. The Stampede didn't like wasting time; and going over a 'plan' sounded ridiculous. Anyone but Duo and him sounded ridiculous - he wasn't quite sure who Smith was, still, but the fact of the matter was that this could turn deadly, and the man didn't exactly look like the type to kill. Especially against something that managed to bring down Wolfwood, as wounded as it had to be.
A plan... Was he going to kill? He shouldn't - but it'd be so. No. It wouldn't be. Even if the - vampire did come back in a day, Vash didn't want to end anything's life. ... This was feeling more and more like the situation with Legato as time went on. But still - was there a plan? Was there ever a plan? No. He shrugged, finally, turning back toward the trail and starting down the hallway, the Punisher's strap digging into his shoulder. Leave Duo to tell the two (Was that Agatha? Vash couldn't really tell.) to head back to safety - he wasn't quite sure that if he opened his mouth, he wouldn't snap at someone.