Vasquez waves a dismissive hand to that idea, instead just drinking a little more. "This is all the painkiller I need," he promises as he licks his lips to get the last few drops of whiskey, wishing that he could top up instantly.

"It's fine," he says dismissively. "If it gets infected, I can put some alcohol or fire on it, it will be better," he goes on, because why not use antiquated medicine methods? They've worked for him so far.