"What sort of monster?" Vasquez is inching away just a little, because there's a wariness now in him that maybe he's letting an insane man help to patch him up and that's the last thing that he wants to deal with. He doesn't go too far, but only because he needs his arm patched up.

He raises a brow when he looks at him, then the table of drinks. "Have you been here long? Is this normal for this place to torment people with drinks like this?" If the one he took did this, what would the other ones do? "And who are you?" he asks, bluntly.