The boy returns the smile and runs a hand through his hair. While stealing the whiskey could have worked now, it seems like a one-time strategy.

"Oh, uhm, I really shouldn't..." The bottle is put in his hands regardless and Scott figures it would be rude to say no. Something tells him Vasquez isn't a man who likes to waste his alcohol. Scott finally takes a small sip, scrunches his nose at the burning taste and gives the whiskey back.

"Thanks but I think you'll appreciate it more than I ever will." The alcohol left a pleasant warm sensation in his chest as it went down but it really isn't his favorite kind of drink. He tilts his head and points to Vasquez's arm. "You are injured?"