Vasquez shrugs, because he's not really sure. He thinks that Faraday should know this, that he's been so cautious about keeping his name to himself that when he shares it, it should be clear how important it is, but does he really know?

"I got it for a week," he admits, and his time is starting to run out. "And you're right. I know. I just don't want to talk to him and he has nothing to say to me, has nothing to want to do with me." That would be the worst thing he could hear, and better to be a cowardly wolf and avoid that.