His fingers slowly withdraws his fingers, letting them drag along his shoulder and then dropping to his side. For a long moment he still doesn't step away, watching Vasquez for a long moment.

"What about up north? I mean, could be you got far North, out by the gold mines up that way," he says, considering. "How'd we get here?" A year or not, he just can't make any sense of it all. "And what's with the night clothes?" He asks, picking at the scrub shirt, and how come you're all dressed like that?"