Ugh! Can you imagine dying with your hair all messed up? No one would even fix it. They'd just toss you in a body-bag, like it was nothing!

[Vamos seems, bizarrely, more offended by the idea that someone wouldn't fix their hair, hypothetically, than they would with dying in the first place.]

Where's Vaya. Usually around... [Immediately, Vamos starts casing the place in search of anyone else, but...nope, it's just them.]