[ There's a microscopic amount of relaxation from Lalo when Vash doesn't immediately drop dead, or start humping everything in sight, or magically turn into a turtle or something. That doesn't mean he trusts the drink yet, though. ]

The humans you knew? [ Lalo says each word deliberately. He's fascinating now. ] Ship logs? Slow down. Back up. Why don't you start with where you're from?

[ The thanks for the drink elicits an almost bashful smile. ] It's nothing. But, I'll tell you what... if it's important to you to make it up to me, then I won't stop you. [ Gently, he reaches out. A hand on Vash's shoulder. Just one. ]