Billy rolls his eyes, knowing that grin but finding it comforting at the same time. Billy isn't a fan of being alone, anymore. Having someone around, even if it's not Goody, will be nice, especially one as distracting and distractable as Vasquez. "Normal cigarettes?" Billy asks, afraid for the answer, shaking his head irritably. "Opium?"

Billy wonders if the other 5 of the group even realized what was really in those cigarettes he and Goodnight often shared.