Yeah, see-- which...you can't right now. Oh, that's good. [ Way to laugh at your own joke, Vasquez. You didn't even mean to make that one, do you really deserve the chuckle-- ]
Anyway. One of us can get around without breaking his neck 'cause he tripped too hard. The other guy might wanna rethink how he's gonna deal with this situation, if you catch my drift. [ He crosses his arms with a small huff, moments from tapping his foot. That was a little excessive, though. ]

[ He narrows his eyes at Rhys when he comes closer, torn between expecting some fresh brand of bullshit or...nothing. Something told him they were supposed to be working together, but-- shit, come on. Prophet or no, it was still Rhys. ]
[ Begrudgingly, however, Vasquez stands his ground, making no attempt to lash out or otherwise send the Prophet off for a new ride on the pain train. The idea's there, absolutely, but he does a surprisingly good job at reining it in. ]

Lemme guess, you're going for the world record for head trauma? Rate you're gonna run into things here, you're definitely in the running! [ That was an idea. If he just kept an eye on Rhys, he'd get to see every mistake he made-- perhaps the universe had a little mercy in it after all. ]
Could be worse, though. You could be going along without anybody to make fun of you when you do it-- and I guess I'm just gonna have to be the one to bear that burden.