Once Vasquez gets a relieving pull from the cigarette, he hands it back to Faraday, eyes falling to his lips where he can watch him take the next pull. "For me? I've been here months, but I was somewhere else months too. From Rose Creek, I think I would say it's been a year," he says, once he thinks about it long enough.

It's been a very strange year for him. "It's fine, guerito, you were there. You fought with us," he promises. "Even Goodnight, he came back," he says, a glimmer of something pained in his eye, given that he'd come back only to die at Billy's side.

"We doesn't mean anyone else from Rose Creek, but there's people," he shares, still staring at Faraday's lips in between glances at his eyes. "They're not so bad. Some of them appreciate things the way we do. I think you'll like them."