Vasquez lifts his head, just barely, in order to acknowledge the thanks he gets. It's not something he wants to talk too much about, but he appreciates that a man from about his time is willing to talk about these things with him.

He notices the other man being closer, but he doesn't mind. After all, he's used to finding things where he can, not wanting to stray too far. "In a cabin in the mountains of California," he says, since that hiding place is burnt. "I was found by a bounty hunter who made me an offer that I couldn't refuse, because the alternative, it was death."