Vasquez narrows his eyes, because is this Faraday admitting that he's maybe willing to take a chance? Something clicks and settles into place and he can't help his amusement, now that he knows that maybe it's not such a lost cause.

He tips his head to keep smoking, eyeing Faraday and shrugging. "Here I am, getting along with you," he points out, easy enough. "If you think you know what you want and you need time, we're in no rush," he adds.

After all, they're all stuck here, no? "I'm not going anywhere."