Maybe that was his cue to bob his head congenially and continue on his way, but like a shark with blood, Tuco had spent a good portion of his life trying to spot weaknesses, and surging after them came naturally now. The rewards in stopping weren't exactly clear to him—not yet, anyway—but he was intrigued all the same. Embarrassment and gregariousness weren't usually bedfellows, after all.

"Friendly's good," he said, stepping over a broken bottle as he approached. "A time like this, people... they better working together, hm?" Ignoring the debris, he shoved a hand in Visscher's direction, holding his palm out. "Tuco," he added.