"Dios mios!" Having not expected his pet ferret to be in place of the grenade in the pocket of his combat vest, Alejandro cusses loudly. He'd almost tossed you. If your little face wasn't so irresistably cute, he'd be yelling. After a mission out of Las Almas a couple months ago, you'd snuck your way into his backpack to sleep. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, Alejandro's taken a great liking to your companionship, adopting you without wanting to admit it, troublesome though you are.