[Whatever is happening, Vasquez isn't entirely sure that he understands. When he turns up after Buffy's text, he's wearing his full gun belt and lasso, intent on making sure whatever is happening, he's prepared for, but he's a little wary about it because the truth is, when it comes to this time of year, his superstitions kick in and he lights candles, says prayers, and does whatever he can in order to keep the spirits happy.
Right now, meeting Buffy, he gives a pained sound at her choice of outfit, giving her a dubious look.]
You are a thing of torture, B. Wearing such things.
[He shakes his head, gesturing to the pants, even as he finishes up with his cigarette, wanting to know more about this patrol or mission or whatever it is that they're doing, trying not to feel chilled by the sense of foreboding in the air.]
patrol
Right now, meeting Buffy, he gives a pained sound at her choice of outfit, giving her a dubious look.]
You are a thing of torture, B. Wearing such things.
[He shakes his head, gesturing to the pants, even as he finishes up with his cigarette, wanting to know more about this patrol or mission or whatever it is that they're doing, trying not to feel chilled by the sense of foreboding in the air.]