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[ The sheepish look on his face is not one that he's proud of, especially because of what's happening immediately behind him. There's a dog on its back, all four legs in the air, and its chewing on the rope of his lasso. He only wishes that he could say this has happened to him before. ]

If anyone's seeing this, I could use a little help to get out of this...situation.

[ The dog barks. ]

I don't know if I'll get arrested for this, but I think this animal might belong to someone and is lost, so any distractions for the police would be very appreciated.

[ Another bark, like the dog approves and is enjoying its upside-down antics, kicking its legs in the air like it enjoys it. With a wary look back at the screen, Vasquez gives one last pleading look of help in a single expression. ]

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[He doesn't know exactly what it is that she's doing, but he's also come across enough strange people here that he's not about to ask, because he's not sure that he wants to hear the answer (he's pretty sure it would just make him uneasy)]

It's Vasquez. You could always call me a vaquero, it's not so bad.

[He smirks at her, though, already holding out an arm for her to take, should she feel so inclined. It's not exactly like he's always a gentleman, but maybe if he's holding onto her, he won't be expected to cart around the dog.]

And who are you?