"I know what taco is. That's Spanish." Good enough, honestly. Mick didn't feel up to a heist, he couldn't process too much right now and breathing was becoming hard but he kept following Leonard. They were at the top of road leading up to park Lisa played when Mick felt his head just shut down. He couldn't remember the rest of the walk, he just couldn't.

Soon they were near the shop and Mick raised his hand to his head. "I feel weird."