[Vasquez raises a brow, not exactly moved or frightened by Faraday's snapping or anger. He's taken a lot more from the man and managed not to shoot him in the face despite his deeper urges telling him to put the white man out of his misery, so a little irritation? Not going to do so much]
What sort of shit is there to be feeling?
[And should he be suspicious? He's looser and relaxed himself, but he's been drinking down the way for a little while now after his box-toting, though it takes a lot to get him truly intoxicated. He's not there yet, but he'd still like to be. Maybe the things in this tent aren't so safe.]
Seeing shit, too? Are you sure you didn't smoke something funny?
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What sort of shit is there to be feeling?
[And should he be suspicious? He's looser and relaxed himself, but he's been drinking down the way for a little while now after his box-toting, though it takes a lot to get him truly intoxicated. He's not there yet, but he'd still like to be. Maybe the things in this tent aren't so safe.]
Seeing shit, too? Are you sure you didn't smoke something funny?