[Vash is really going to need to get somebody to help him with his judge of character, but for now, Altius simply watches as he receives the prize—a toy he might think would be exciting for a small child, but not really appealing to anybody above the age of six—and watches as he tests it with his mechanical fingers. Between that, his initial expression, and the sudden shift to the humored smile... What an interesting reaction.

He offers a half shrug with his free palm raised.]

If a poor prize is the worst misfortune you suffer today, I think we'll have made it out alright. [He holds out his own toy for Vash.] I don't exactly have anywhere to put this now, so why don't you keep it?

[just arrived, still homeless as a result. rip.]