He glanced over briefly, then let his gaze sink back down to his hands. Pulled at one of his cuticles, humming in a bland, noncommittal kind of way. "Maybe," he said slowly, "But it's better to bump into Tuco when he got twenty dollars in his hand than when you looking at a man with empty pockets."

His words had barely settled when he shook his head with a kind of bovine twitch, eyes snapping up again like he was worried. Only he didn't exactly look worried, a convincing half-smile having fallen into place as he leaned his head to gesture across to their florid companion. "I tell you one thing, friend: you keep drinking like that, puerco over there is going to need plenty of mending."