[ That moment that Faraday just stares at Vasquez, not accepting the hand up, not reaching for him (when their casual contact is usually so thoughtless), catches Vasquez's attention. His gaze is already hard, steely, and there's no external shift – but he feels an odd twinge in his chest beside that burning fury.
He ignores it for now.
Vasquez allows Faraday the time to decide what he wants to do with these two miscreants. They need to leave, but—
—well, at least Faraday makes quick work of one of the bastards.
Vasquez waits with one thumb hooked in his belt, half expecting Faraday to put down the second.
(He's impressed by Faraday's restraint when he doesn't.)
no subject
He ignores it for now.
Vasquez allows Faraday the time to decide what he wants to do with these two miscreants. They need to leave, but—
—well, at least Faraday makes quick work of one of the bastards.
Vasquez waits with one thumb hooked in his belt, half expecting Faraday to put down the second.
(He's impressed by Faraday's restraint when he doesn't.)
After Anton nods, Vasquez speaks again. ]
Go. Tell no one what you saw.