[Eventually, the crab is set back on the sand, where it immediately makes a mad dash for a clump of seaweed. Knives reserved his viciousness for humanity, not other things, and lets it go before continuing on his way. While ordinarily he wouldn't bother indulging in his curiosity right now, especially with Vash there, doing so right now means little ways of getting under his brother's skin.

And there is a lot to poke at on a beach. One might not think so, if they were familiar with beaches, but to someone who's only known lifeless sandy desert.. even seaweed is worth prodding at. From one such clump is pulled a completely different type of crab, which takes offense and tries to liberate itself via pinching claws. Knives simply shifts it from hand to hand to keep it busy.]

What 'plans' am I supposed to have, Vash? [He's not watching his brother directly this time, but he knows right where he is.] If you are being truthful, this is a foreign place full of foreign people and things. [Things like AN OCEAN. It swirls around his feet as a wave goes higher than expected, chilly.] Planning anything at this stage would be foolish, wouldn't it?

[Knives is no fool.]