"What's not to like about easy food and someone else to take care of your things for you?" That's Vasquez's opinion of the place and why he doesn't so much mind the Inn, where he can understand why other people wouldn't be in so much of a rush to enjoy it. He keeps tugging at him, almost tripping a few times on the root behind him.

He's grinning now, an idiot who looks drunk even if he's not. "Don't worry, pachuco," he taunts. "I'm good enough that you won't feel like you've missed too much."