Some sounds were easier to memorize than others. Tuco pursed his lips for a moment, throat giving a barely audible creak as he stopped short of trying to repeat the name. Instead, he settled a warm: "It's very good to meet you, friend."

Whether or not he realized it, that was an honest sentiment for once. Stopping for a friendly conversation had been a semi-calculated move, sure, but the doctor's generosity had dragged him away from that. He found himself actually liking the guy.

Not that he had any intention of hanging around though. With a broad smile, he stepped back and tugged his collar out, stuffing the card deep inside his shirt. "If you running out of time, head to Pugsy's one evening instead, okay?" He pulled the shirt straight again and flapped a hand over his shoulder. "Downtown," he added. "Enough hard work, a man's throat starts to dry up."