"Hey, I'm just as much white as Latino," Marco protested. He could be white trash! Okay, sure, mostly he only cared because checking 'white' on forms and asking people to explain why he couldn't was a great way to make them feel uncomfortable, but not the point. He knew he read as Mexican. And he'd gotten the impression from his mom that race was complicated in Mexico, but Marco had no idea how much of that to trust since he didn't know what was Eva and what was Edriss.

"Yeah, scraping the bottom of the barrel here." Marco agreed, poking at it, "Wanna sleep in shifts? I mean, I know you'll probably bail if something happens while I'm asleep, but I'm a light enough sleeper I'll at least wake up."