Vasquez finishes with his food and heads for seconds, because even here, he's as hungry as ever, still trying to gain back the weight he'd lost when he'd been hiding and an outlaw. "I'm not alone now. I've got you," he points out, and yes, he has Bobo too, but he's not about to remind Faraday of that and put salt in the wound.

He decides to pour it in his own wound, instead. "Besides, you could find company too," he adds, sounding sour for it. "I'm sure you could find plenty of people who would like to." Like him, sitting right here.