Vasquez is used to being stared at, but maybe that's why he doesn't bother to go too much mainstream. While he's traded in a few items, he still always wears the clothes he enjoys from home, because that's what makes him who he is. That's not something he intends to change.

"Whoever it is, I've got many bones to pick," he says, irritated. "I think someone up there, though," he admits, with a gesture up towards the idiot pink place. "Why? You think you can talk sense into them?"