He's not sorry for it, he's just on his guard. It's not like he's been living the way he had been before Rose Creek, but there's an uneasiness that Vasquez hasn't felt in a long time and it's all because of this town. He still keeps his head ducked down, trying not to call attention to himself.

He does linger closer to Faraday, partly because he wants the cover, but also because he just likes being close. Although, this close, he can smell the man. Reaching for some soaps, he puts it in Faraday's hand. "Make sure we bring this and find a bucket of water. I probably don't smell much better."

After all, how can they? They're on the road so often. He aimlessly wanders, tense as he notices someone outside talking to another man and pointing to him, making like he's going into his pocket for something.

That's not a good sign.

"Querido, I'm going to go wait in the back and smoke, okay?"