"Watch out!"
Knives skidded wildly across the ice, smacking his brother hard enough to send them both careening into a cold-sleep chamber.
"Ow!" Vash's eyes blazed. "You idiot! That hurt!"
"Sorry." Knives rubbed his own wounded head. Vash pushed himself to his feet, struggling to see high enough to read the chamber's serial number.
"Hey, a new one!"
"Really?" Knives scrambled up beside him. Vash turned to him, smirking.
"We haven't even covered a quarter yet. Still gonna memorize 'em all?"
Knives' eyes shone. "Definitely."
"Why?"
"So when they wake up, I can greet them all by name."