Vasquez turns on her heel when she hears Doc talking about the mouse word, a warning look on her face like she will bite off his ear or his dick if he tries to go so far as to say it again. Bundling herself up and wishing she'd punched him harder, because the ring would have made a very nice mark.

She takes his arm and holds on too tight, yanking him out into the brisk cold, furious at what he's been dealing with for all these years. "Puta," she curses, when she's out of earshot, wishing she had her guns. "Those are the men you wanted to impress? I don't like them at all, I'm going to come back when they're sleeping and strangle them."