His eyes follow hers to the Punisher, and he takes a long, slow pull at his own cigarette once they meet those smug green ones across from him. "I'm a traveling preacher man, Faye. But it's a pretty flexible job description; kind of like yours is, I think. There are a lot of people out there who can't protect themselves."

There are probably just as many who can't protect themselves from him, either, but he just can't let himself think like that. Who does he want to end up like, Vash the damn bleeding-heart Stampede? Real people don't bleed ketchup, and they fight back.

You just can't save everybody.

But he's not the only one with surprises, here. What the hell was going on back at the spaceport? How were Spike and Faye mixed up in it all?

He tips his cigarette in her direction. "What about you? Was that some sort of bounty operation back at the spaceport, or do you just like trouble?"