"Gamma, floor five." Billy shrugs. He's barely been to his apartment, having never been used to having a place to settle, to claim. He misses his horse, the open sky, but he doesn't miss the bounty on his head. Eventually he'll grow used to the roof over his head, but wishes Goodnight was here to share that experience with him.

Billy smokes quickly, looking down at the cigarette questioningly before flicking the butt away, pushing from the wall. "You need something stronger than this weak tobacco."