Faraday rolls his eyes at the display, the annoyance more for show than truly genuine.

"Was thinkin' you'd wear it over your head like a bonnet," Faraday says archly. "Figured we could pass you off as an ugly old widow."

But after that, Faraday leans back against Jack's flank, the horse huffing a little though staying in place to allow Faraday to prop himself up. Faraday hooks his thumbs over his belt as he watches Vasquez put himself together.

"Failin' that, you might consider wearin' it around your neck."