So... were they supposed to start walking back? The way he'd been staggering before, things couldn't have gotten much better (unless he had one of those vial-things, which Vash was pretty sure he didn't.) Regardless, the Plant faltered, and finally just ending up... not doing anything but standing there, being the metaphorical pole to lean on. "Right," He agreed readily.
"Which is good. And... ah." Supporting dead friends while making conversation was not the easiest thing to do.