Absently, Vasquez now has to make a decision to tell the truth or not. Walking away from the table and getting food in his stomach has calmed him somewhat, but even so, he's only a little tipsy and usually, he leans heavy on liquor to give him this courage. In the end (after two biscuits and some meat), he's warm and content and decides that he's going to just say it.

They're already being snippy at one another, maybe if they do end up fighting or having troubles, it can all be at once before it gets resolved, instead of another fight at another time. "Same reason your Henrietta looked disappointed when you left town yesterday, probably," he replies, and though he might feel courageous to speak like this, his head is bowed down and his gaze is fixed on his fingers prying open a piece of bread.

Not so courageous when it comes to this after all.

Eventually, he peers up from his food so that he can reach for the whiskey, adding a splash to his glass so he can wet down the food. "His name is Josiah, he was very ... welcoming," Vasquez decides on the word for it. "That's all." His actions should speak for themselves, though. Instead of upstairs with Josiah in some back supply room, he's at the table eating dinner with Faraday. That's the choice he's made, and Faraday should be able to see that, even if sometimes, Vasquez suspects the man of overlooking the very obvious.