[ The contact, minor as it is (especially when Vasquez and Faraday have been antagonizing each other through the evening) feels more genuine. He manages to push through the awkward hesitation that bubbles to the surface, just reaching up to rest his hand over Faraday's.
Honestly, it's nothing, given all the other liberties Vasquez has taken, but he drops his hand again, reaching into his pocket for his personal lighter.
(There's a gas aerosol that can be activated to turn it into a tiny flamethrower, but it also happens to double as a lighter.)
He flicks the gold cap open, putting his cigar between his lips and holding the flame up until it smolders to life. He takes a few short puffs, then holds up the lighter for Faraday's. Vasquez's eyes scan the smoking lounge, taking in the layout. There are two other exits, though Vasquez has no clue in the world where they lead. Maximiliano has fallen back into conversation with a few other men in Spanish, apparently content to let Faraday and Vasquez get settled. ]
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Honestly, it's nothing, given all the other liberties Vasquez has taken, but he drops his hand again, reaching into his pocket for his personal lighter.
(There's a gas aerosol that can be activated to turn it into a tiny flamethrower, but it also happens to double as a lighter.)
He flicks the gold cap open, putting his cigar between his lips and holding the flame up until it smolders to life. He takes a few short puffs, then holds up the lighter for Faraday's. Vasquez's eyes scan the smoking lounge, taking in the layout. There are two other exits, though Vasquez has no clue in the world where they lead. Maximiliano has fallen back into conversation with a few other men in Spanish, apparently content to let Faraday and Vasquez get settled. ]