"Good. We could use more diplomatic people around here. Sometimes things happen, tension happens, fights break out. One more logical, reasonable voice added to the mix would be really nice." And when people got arguing around there, it was terrifying. Not in the facing down Lucifer kind of way, but the "I'm going to go panic because I have no idea what to do kind of way." Even as a Slayer, Vi tended to lean more towards peacemaking, which wasn't what they needed sometimes. Or sometimes they did but the arguing was too intense that she was afraid to speak up.
"We do. It's not the first choice, teaching people how to fight but when the other side favors that alongisde manipulation? It's better for people to know how to defend themselves long enough for a stronger fighter to get there instead of..." Her face fell slightly and she shrugged. "Well, you know. I'd hate for that to happen to someone." It had already happened. She closed her eyes briefly as she thought of Romana and what the last moments of her life had been like. Her stomach turned uneasily.
"You don't like it for a new nickname? Just Vash?" she teased back, laughing. He was pretty easy to get along with. She appreciated his sense of humor. More than once she'd probably been regarded as a little weird and while she was ok with that, it was nice to have someone else with a strange sense of humor around. "All right, no more Just. Vash and Vash only." She leaned back against the cabinet, content and settling in. "So you're highly accident prone then?"
Her eyes went wide as he recounted the bounty. Holy peanut butter on a cracker! That was enough to run the entire United States and all its foreign operations. Maybe billion wasn't the amount there that it was here? "That...is a lot of cash," she said slowly. "People usually aren't when it comes to that kind of cash." She gave him the thumbs up. "Have you had Krispy Kreme yet?"