The Stampede, having had time to get used to the way Akito's expressions changed and him - not often, but sometimes - talking to himself, Vash skipped over the shrug and onto directing his attention at the up-coming doors. How would three of them fit in at once?
...
He wasn't going to think about it. "It's not," The pacifist answered easily instead, still cheerful. "You just sleep in to late. And I can't nag at you about coffee right now, so go ahead and wake up the artificial way."