Vash had stepped away from Asphyxious and Nonon slightly to give them both a bit more breathing room, satisfied with his ability to tone down the hostility. He then listened to what the lich lord had to say when he wasn’t insulting little girls - namely the part about everyone introducing themselves to build trust. “Right - introductions!” he agreed. “I’m - uh…” he cut himself off, hesitating. Should he use his real name? Things were already pretty crazy and he didn’t want to add more nonsense to the mix by alerting everyone to the presence of Vash the Stampede. Anyone from Gunsmoke would flip their lid if they knew he was there - and probably blame him for everything that had happened, too. 

…Of course! [i]From Gunsmoke[/i]. While Vash didn’t want to admit it, the situation was getting crazier by the minute. While just talk of living on Earth would be enough to raise a Gunsmoke native’s eyebrow, and this lich guy looked a [i]bit[/i] more monstrous and intense than what he was used to seeing from his planet’s criminals, he had also just witnessed a girl who could create fire out of seemingly nothing, a guy who could change his clothes out of seemingly nowhere, and a batch of peculiar-looking creatures that materialized from the energy inside pocket-sized balls - all while everyone claimed to be from places he’d never heard of. The thought didn’t sit well with Vash, but it [i]was[/i] possible he’d stumbled across a whole other plane of existence. …Either that or he’d hit his head really hard on something while escaping bounty hunters and was hallucinating. 

At any rate, hearing the name of the Humanoid Typhoon attached to him would elicit a reaction from anyone on his home planet - whether they believed it and tried to either kill him or run away from him, or even if they all burst out laughing at the notion of such a ridiculous character being the legendary gunman (which happened from time to time). Either way, he concluded that if he gave out his real name and no one reacted in the slightest, he’d know that not a single person with him was a resident of Gunsmoke - and that meant something was seriously amiss. 

“I’m Vash the Stampede!” he chirped, shooting everyone a grin and a peace sign. While he tried to remain casual about it, he was still wary of everyone in the party - especially the tougher-looking ones - just in-case anyone did try to attack him. He kept a close eye in particular on the “famous gym leader”’s cow creature. Despite the cute face and round body he couldn’t help but feel like it was the most feared monster in the bunch, for some reason. “If finding shelter’s the next thing on our to-do list,” he continued. “we should probably get out of this weird white ice first - maybe poke around at some of these strange buildings?” he suggested.