Vasquez keeps making a face and decides he's going to have to start finding blankets and coats and thick, warm things. That, or he's going to have to convince some of his better friends to keep him warm through the winter. Staring at Faraday, now, he wonders if he's going to be able to keep that going.

He should, it's safer, and besides, if Faraday is himself, then he'll probably make himself known as the world's greatest lover to the population soon enough. "No stealing, they came for me in a box with my lasso," he says. "And cigarettes," he adds, with the bliss of a man who's very happy. "So much tobacco and rolling papers that I'll smoke for months."

No cigars, though, but beggars can't be choosers.

"I don't know, you look okay in those," he says, tipping his head to the side to study him. "Not so bad to look at, guerito."