Well, that went better than he figured. A part of him had been worried that having spent so much time together, Vasquez would be itching for this rare opportunity to have some time apart. He worried that without that particular option available, Vasquez might have huffed out an annoyed sigh and decided they ought to move on.

(Not the worst idea, Faraday figures, but with how oddly anxious the other man seemed to be with enjoying the comforts of civilization, it seemed an inauspicious end.)

Not the case, apparently, and when Vasquez urges them on elsewhere, Faraday huffs out a laugh, tucking the key into his pocket.

"Fine, fine," he says, while waving a hand toward the door. "We'll follow your nose, then. You're liable to direct us someplace palatable, then."