[The good news is, Wolfwood isn't going to pry into that just yet, as much as he would like to know more. Both because he doubts Vash is willing to talk, and also because it's not like he'd be getting any sensitive information that Knives doesn't already know, the two being siblings and all. Wolfwood's job isn't to go ferrying information back to him anyway, just Vash...but he'd get that too if it was a concern.

Wolfwood scrapes the last bits of rice off the bottom of his bowl, having basically cleaned it at this point. Hard to say whether it's a testament to Vash's cooking, or to just how hungry he'd been. Then his head snaps up, his gaze narrowing.]

Oi. You guys ran into the one obstacle in the entire desert, I don't think that's my fault. And what's wrong with that, hah? YOU try getting sand in your socks and then having to deal with that for ten miles.