Billy scowls at the touch, but doesn't jerk away from it as he normally would, though schooling his reaction takes more effort than he would willingly admit. Taking another long drink from the bottle of liquor, Billy gives Vasquez a cold look, his teeth so slightly bared in what couldn't, even charitably, be called a smile. "And if I have my wish, Goody." Billy isn't in the habit of trusting others, but in the situation he'd been in, there hadn't been much of a choice.