[ Vanadi is unspeakably relieved when the sounds of pursuit fade — and he supposes it worked the other way around. Vanadi played distraction only briefly, the human seems to have taken care of it from there. It doesn't stop him from swinging up into the tree he has in mind, though. It's sturdy, able to hold his impressively dense weight, and he needs somewhere out of the way to take a break and assess the damage to his cybernetic arm and shoulder.

It's not great. There's the hole burnt into his cowl and jacket, which isn't ideal, and the laser blast seems to have seared through a level or two of plating and wiring at his shoulder. His arm still moves, but with a delay and a few unsteady jerks to it. He'd pulled the sleeve back into place over it all with a scowl just as Giorno's voice floats up to him. ]

Hathaway is lucky they have the means to offer the rewards that they do. [ The disembodied voice sounds sulky, but at least not pained. ] Any less than what they offered, and I'd not be putting up with any of this.