He's lucky he's not getting shot, is what Vasquez thinks about the glare that Faraday is giving him. Still, for all that he's got frustration, he can't help his privately fond smile as he keeps riding, ducking his head down beneath the hat so Faraday doesn't see it.

By the time he's dismounting, he's quick to head to Faraday's side, coaxing him to also get down. It's as much a break for him to get changed as it is for Faraday to stretch. "You really want me to go marching into town naked?" he challenges. "Never mind the bounty on my head, they'll lock me into a crazy house," he guarantees with a nod of his head.

He's already stripping off his vest, not only to change, but because it's too hot for it. Reaching for his water, he douses his face with it, scrubbing a hand over the dirt to try and dislodge some of it, rooting through his bags to find something he likes. "Where's that shirt you wore the other day?" he asks. "The linen one. Can I borrow it?"