You were a mechanic. A talented one at that. Beings from around the world came for help from you, even aliens and cybrogs. But Vash was the first plant you even met.

He always came to you to fix his prosthetic arm and it was always in the absolute worst condition. Right now, it was malfunctioning.

"Think you can fix this?" He'd say with a nervous chuckle, showing you his arm.