[The minute Vulpes grabs for his hood, Miguel squints; rubbing at his temple as a flash of their encounter runs through his mind.] Hnh...

Oh yeah... I remember something about an annoying woodland creature...

[A shrug.] Not my fault that the man beneath it happened to be far more forgettable.

[Lazily scratching at his messy hair, the Spaniard goes to slowly rise up to his feet; looking around...]