Vasquez has a terrible sinking feeling in his stomach that if he decides to wait much longer, they're going to come in with guns and a warrant and then he's going to have to shoot his way out, which is the furthest thing from what he actually wants. Still, he tries to exhale and breathe calm, thinking that acting suspicious will only get someone after him.

"Can't help being eager for a bath," he jokes, trying to sound casual and warm, trying to make it so that his voice isn't as accented as normal, emulating Faraday's patter in his words. Prying off his hat, he tucks it under his arm and fiddles with his hair, trying to make the curls more prominent to make him look different from the poster.

Unfortunately, he can't shake the feeling that maybe his greed for a bed had been a bad idea.