Vagabond still knew nothing about the groups in the area. He didn't even know if any of these places had laws because he hadn't been prosecuted for anything that he had done. Not like he really left anyone behind to show them what he was capable of doing, which in all honesty wasn't much since he wasn't the best fighter out there. He was just big and strong and that's all he had going for him. Vagabond didn't know about everything that was happening in Rosebloods because he was out of touch with a place like this. He kept to himself and he kept with his crew. He constantly had to make sure that they were fed, and he wanted to learn how to heal others that were around him if that was even possible. The former human had a lot on his plate, and there was plenty of jobs to do around here as well. It wasn't uncommon for others in the crew to give orders to each other depending on who was running a job or a heist for that matter. Vagabond still wasn't completely sure what to think about the world, wondering if any of it was real in the first place.

He had been injured already, and knew that he could feel pain, so that had to mean something right? If this is where they were going to stay for the next couple of years, then so be it, he would make a life out of this world as he had done previously. Vagabond was passing by the place where Rimmy was at and was barely able to hear what the other said. What was the guy doing? He was certainly drawing a good amount of attention to himself. It peaked his curiosity, and he began to make his way over toward the slowly gathering group. The guy had always been a little bit flashy. His vivid blue eyes looked at the canine, raising a nonexistent eyebrow at the other's words. "And what exactly are you doing?" Vagabond questioned, curious, not about to stop whatever Rimmy was trying to do. So far, Vagabond had yet to do anything to contribute to the Rosebloods, and didn't seem intent on helping the group in any shape or form.