Vasquez gives an appreciative nod, seeing as he thinks that if they keep trying to let it run around and come to him, he's going to be in for a poor surprise when the animal just keeps running out of view. That's not going to help anyone.

"Machines, that's it?" That's depressing, but he supposes he can see it. It's not a future he'll have any purpose in. At least here, he still has good skills. "So, what is it you do?" he asks, arms out.