Nothing much at all, Vasquez thinks, but he doesn't say that out loud. He might have a price on his head, but he also doesn't think that highly of himself when it comes to his life, not after everything that's happened. So instead of replying with words, he only grunts a little.

"That's...not very promising," Vasquez replies, easing his arm back as if he's worried it's about to get chewed on. "When you feed, does it kill a person? Or can you just snack?"