[Rin pauses by the entrance, just long enough to hit the controls on the lights, bringing the entire space down into something dimmer, the artificial lighting less glaring on the various surfaces in the room. Then they take a cautious few steps further into the room. Nowhere near close enough to catch that bucket if it hits the floor - that's not their job and also it seems like the best possible fate for whatever the fuck Vash made in there. Paint thinner, apparently.]
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That's what happens with intoxicants.