[Vasquez is running his fingers through his soaking hair, watching as water droplets fall onto the tips and then to the ground. Grimacing, he reaches out for the cigarette and leans forward in the hopes that she'll strike a match, thinking that if he even tries, he'll soak the whole book.]

It wasn't so bad until suddenly water came out of the ground.

[Who does that? What kind of place would have this? Vasquez is even more annoyed than before, which is why it's a relief that he's got something to smoke.]

I needed some fresh air and I walked for a smoke when they came on. Now...

[Well, now, his shirt is see-through, his pants are sticking to every bit of skin, his matches are ruined, and he's probably not welcome back inside until his shoes stop leaking.]

It's a bad night now. What about you? Why are you outside? If you want to run through the water, I think it's still on back that way.