Vasquez keeps his gaze away as he collects the things he's brought in, but looks over at that hiss, his expression softens against his will to find Faraday staring at him, those eyes of his as unique and distracting as ever. "It's fine," he tries to dismiss, a forced smile flashing on his lips as quickly as it's there and gone. The use of it will ache and make his fingers weaker for a little, but soon, time will make it better.

That smile tightens in his jaw as he keeps a grimace back, grateful that Faraday doesn't seem to be in as much pain now.

"You want to get out of town, si? If you feel better, we can still go," he points out, not sitting down because if he does that, he's bound to stay and let himself get distracted with cards and alcohol and cigarettes and absent touches. "We could be setting up camp by nightfall," he says. "Riding..."

Frowning, he gives Faraday a newly confused look.

"Where are we planning to go?" Because he has thoughts about anywhere resembling Texas.