Vash’s expression sobered somewhat as he heard murmurs of Ghost Rider’s death spread amongst the group members, his eyes flickering in the direction of the sound almost involuntarily. The gunman nodded along to the cat-creature’s words, though his distraction was evident. All he really caught from that last exchange was that the dragon they sought dwelled up on the mountain, not registering any other helpful information. The sound of Whitney’s broken voice drew in more and more of his attention as the conversation continued, and when he heard the young girl cry, he could no longer feign focus on any of the feline’s words. He mumbled a hasty “S-sorry, one second,” to the cat before scurrying away, leaving the other group members to gather useful information as he quickly brought himself to the girl’s side. 

“Listen.” he told Whitney, a serious look in his eyes that made it seem as if the adorable goof they once knew no longer existed. “You don’t have to worry about anything.” he assured her. “No one else here will die.” he continued, eyes now drifting towards Archer. “Not as long as I have anything to say about it.”