It's not good. So not good. It didn't take a man that could read others like Faraday to see that pain on Vasquez's face, and he's pretty damn sure it isn't just about the wound he could feel against his palm still. A Gatling gun did damage, destroyed lives, but that look carries so much pain and Joshua isn't sure what to think about that. More what it means about him.

He shakes his head again, quick and in short shakes. Not caring that maybe his expression shows more than it should, a fear that he isn't trying to hide. "I don't want to know. There's nothing to be had out of knowing."

That gets a nod from him. "Yeah. Show me where we are," he says. "Where are we?" It doesn't look familiar, and he can't remember anything before waking up in the water.