Vasquez keeps whistling to the dog, trying to get him to join at his side. He doesn't need him wandering away, especially when he needs to start training it as soon as he can, otherwise it's just going to be a useless animal that they also need to feed.

"Yes?" Vasquez is already very proud of this. He knows how to do those things, but then, when he had come up from Mexico, he knew he had to, in order to survive. He's not perfect, it's not his first language, but he knew he had to. "Maybe you can read to me, sometime."