The demand startles the hell out of him, and Faraday can hardly help the bark of startled laughter that escapes him. His eyes widen, and his smile is small but disbelieving.

“What,” he asks, almost incredulous. “Now?”

Not that Faraday has any specific qualms on it, but after all the shit that just happened, he almost can’t believe what he heard. He expected at least twenty more minutes of Vasquez raging and panicking and speaking to him in tongues, but— well, if they can cut that bit out, Faraday won’t mind the loss.