No

"Well, I...I cannot think of anything...," Meryl said.

'Still too embarassed to say it, even now, huh?' Vash thought. He smiled. "Ok...just wondered...." He closed his eyes.

"Vash? VASH!?"

He opened his eyes. "Yes?"

Meryl sighed with relief. "I thought you had died! You really scared me. Stay awake, ok, Vash?"

"I'll try. Meryl? Would you please do me one favor?"

"Anything! Uh, I mean, yes."

"Would you...would you tell everyone outside that everyone's alive? That no hostages died."

"They already know."

"Oh. That's good. Then, could I ask you another favor? Could you ask that woman who gave me her gun...to come in here....ask her to...to stand over my head for awhile."

"Stand over your....?" Meryl's eyes widened as she realized what he was thinking. Her teeth clenched and she smacked Vash hard. "YOU!!! I HAVE BEEN WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU, AND YOU WANT TO LOOK UP SOME WOMAN'S DRESS!?!? YOU PERVERT!!!!" She stormed out, throwing the swinging gate-doors hard as she did. When she saw the woman, she jerked her thumb toward the bank. "That broom-headed idiot wants to see you!" She looked surprised, but went in. Millie dried an eye and looked down at Meryl, who was still angry.

"What happened, Meryl? Why are you mad now?"

"That dirty little...RRRRRRRRRR NEVERMIND!!!"

Seconds later, a woman's shriek rang out from insode the bank, followed by a loud slap, and Vash yelling in pain. Meryl crossed her arms and smirked a little. "Serves him right."

"What serves him right?" Meryl smirked.

"Go in and see for yourself." Millie shrugged and went to the door, just as the woman stormed out. Meryl could see them talking for a second before she went in. For a long time, there was silence. No shrieks, no slaps, nothing. It was unnerving, so Meryl went in to check on things. Her jaw dropped as she found Millie standing over Vash's head, and Vash's head drooped to the side, discouraged.

"Millie, what are you doing?!"

"Oh, hi, Meryl! Mr. Vash really likes pretty dresses, doesn't he? That woman said he wanted to look up her's, so even though I don't have a dress, I thought i'd let mr. Vash look at my clothes. Do you think maybe he wants to be a tailor now that he's not an outlaw anymore?"

Everyone but Millie sighed.