[He inhales with the satisfaction of a man who is completely addicted and won't ever admit to it, but he still really, really likes it. Letting out a content sigh, he gives her a confused look at the word, wondering if his English is that bad.]

Pinche sprinklers? Is that what they were in the ground, making me wet?

[He wonders if anyone would take offense if he comes back later with his guns and starts shooting. This is what happens when he doesn't have them on him.]

It's a lot of people. More people than I've ever seen in one place.