[Vasquez tries not to wince at the touch to his bicep, but it happens when those fingers pass over the gunshot wound that hasn't entirely healed yet, mostly because a Gatling gun's bullets are no joke and he thinks that it's only been a little while (that, and he hasn't exactly gone to seek out properly medical attention). Still, when those fingers get into his hair, he can't find it in him to argue.]

I'm very handsome, I know this. You can say that as much as you like, but even so, most people can say that with my shirt still on.

[The determination to get him out of it is the part that Vasquez doesn't entirely understand, but as he looks down at her, the lack of back to her shirt, he thinks maybe this is just the future.]

How do I dance? Move my feet, you say?