Vasquez hasn't got a clue in hell what a business card is supposed to be, but he thinks probably something else from the future that he doesn't get. So he shrugs and works on the cigarette instead, letting it sit in the corner of his mouth as he squints at John.

"It's just Vasquez," he retorts with a smirk. "I think maybe I might have seen one, but I don't go looking for it. Why? You miss honey, of all things the most? Or just the bees?"