[ Faraday had fully expected that, which is why he snorts out a laugh, more dismissive than genuinely amused. ]
Jesus wept, you're predictable.
[ He sits up again, grabbing hold of Vasquez's wrists. ]
What's that one? Cariño.
[ And he echoes it back with a reasonably accurate pronunciation, once again showing that he knows how the words are supposed to sound but makes the active choice not to use a proper accent. ]
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Jesus wept, you're predictable.
[ He sits up again, grabbing hold of Vasquez's wrists. ]
What's that one? Cariño.
[ And he echoes it back with a reasonably accurate pronunciation, once again showing that he knows how the words are supposed to sound but makes the active choice not to use a proper accent. ]