"Not the worse one..." Marcus paused in his tomato picking to look Vash up and down. "You just look like a punk. Don't see many of those around here."

Marcus didn't offer his own name, nor seemed to be affected by that brilliant sunshine smile this Vash was shining upon him. For all his intentions, he thought the conversation was over until he realized Vash was still standing there. "What, are you looking for my autograph or something?"