[ He genuinely hopes Rhys's chair topples over, somehow. Breaks a leg or something-- he'd see to it himself, but. Well. He's just going to lean up against the nearest wall and get as comfortable as he physically can, with the added bonus of putting a little extra space between the two of them. Vasquez will take what he can get as it comes and see where it goes from there; what else can he do, anyway? ]
What was it, poison or something? Didn't figure that was your style. [ Personally, he'd always thought Rhys a little too soft. Perhaps he'd been wrong. ] But-- I guess I can see it. Look at you, gettin' your murder on. You're awful. [ Like he's got any room to talk. On the plus side, whatever's going on doesn't feel like it's getting all that much worse for the moment, and Vasquez looks more than a little relieved about that. The thing in the fruit that caused it all isn't high on his list of concerns now--if he does die, well...he's going to blame Rhys regardless, so the exact cause might not matter too much. ]
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What was it, poison or something? Didn't figure that was your style. [ Personally, he'd always thought Rhys a little too soft. Perhaps he'd been wrong. ] But-- I guess I can see it. Look at you, gettin' your murder on. You're awful.
[ Like he's got any room to talk. On the plus side, whatever's going on doesn't feel like it's getting all that much worse for the moment, and Vasquez looks more than a little relieved about that. The thing in the fruit that caused it all isn't high on his list of concerns now--if he does die, well...he's going to blame Rhys regardless, so the exact cause might not matter too much. ]