[ Vasquez barks out a short laugh, thoroughly unsurprised by what Faraday "confides" in him. He watches as Faraday fills his glass from a fresh bottle, curious about what that might imply about how much Faraday has managed to pour down his throat in however long he's been at the saloon.

Vasquez accepts the whiskey, lifting his glass in a short salute before he takes a sip. ]

I brought in new lumber, but I think my fellow workers were a little overwhelmed by the task ahead with a whole tree. They found something else to do.

[ He flashes Faraday a grin around his glass. ]

And you? How long you been in here?