The exactness with the way the man pronounces his first name makes Nacho not want to tell the man his last one, ever. A chill runs down his spine.

The way he talks about ruining things doesn't help matters, either.

"I need more than your word that you'll do anything before we can talk," he says, though. Resolute. "I need to know I can trust you. Otherwise, what's to stop me from walking off with this key in my pocket? Hmmm? Then you'd never get out."