[ Maybe it's the liquor, or maybe it's the sheer relief, but the certainty in the reply makes him look up at Vasquez, makes him grin – a crookedly, maybe, thanks to the drink, genuine, all the same. ]

Yeah? I wouldn't mind that.

[ Though the mildness of Faraday's response is belied by the brightness of his eyes and his smile. He tries to smother his grin, hiding it behind the neck of his bottle as he lifts it up to his mouth. ]

You'd have to travel during the day, though. I've seen how sleepy you can get when the sun's out.