Billy continues to scan the room, taking in the big troll and labeling him as a possible threat for the oment.<br/><br/>He feels Sonya's fingers brush his as he caresses Lace's thighs and pauses to drum 2 fingers against the back of Sonya's thigh and points with a finger in a direction; out of sight of those over the tabletop.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Billy notes that a number of the working class people are packing small arms, but that just looks like healthy paranoia.  <br/><br/>Something about those two girls over at the bar with the weapons strapped to their inner thighs up under their short skirts strikes him as more professional.  They're keeping Miss Johnson in their peripheral vision.  They're probably her guards.  </div></div><br/><br/>Billy returns to tapping Sonya's hand, slipping down to the thigh and back up to her hand, making it look like he's flirting with Lace.<br/>