Esther stood for a moment, looking perplexed at Olivia.  The fact that Billy had touched her didn't surprise her.  Billy had already shown that he was above the concept of property, flesh or otherwise.  But Esther could understand completely how Olivia felt.  She thought back to that predatory gaze he'd given her and grimaced, wondering how much more insulting it would have been if he'd actually put a hand on her.<br/><br/>"Yeah." she said, her voice sharp as she moved over to a beam and sat down, putting the flashlight under her arm to hold it in place.  "Billy is way past weird.  Didn't realize that until today."  She took out her bowl, holding it up in a mock<em>Do you mind?</em>toasting motion, before shrugging and fiddling with it anyhow.<br/><br/>"Came up to me," she stuffed it a little, "told me he'd fuck me anytime he wanted to," and then looked up at Olivia, her expression identifying with Olivia's indignation, "..but almost like it was an after thought, you know?"  That wasn't as important to her, of course, as the impertinence of making that statement.  But that it didn't really matter until she brought it up.. she reserved the right to feel a little insulted.  Turning back to her device, she kept speaking.  "Way I see it, he wasn't really trying to do anything, though.  He was just trying to make a point, to get us out here.  I guess that's why he ran off with your friend," she said, pointing to Olivia.  And then she moved her gaze to Mike, sitting on the trashcan.<br/><br/>"And my guess is.. that's why you looked kinda fucked up.  No offence."  Esther honestly felt bad for the guy.  He looked ready to blow, and was just trying to hold it in long enough to get this over with.  It made her wonder what kind of 'over-with' he was going for.  She raised the bowl, unlit, and offered it to him.  "You look like you need this more than either of us."  If he denied it, Esther would laugh a little, sardonic but good-naturedly.  "Please.  They make fruit smoothies to detox this stuff.  Relax, Golden Boy."<br/><br/>She looked around a little, wondering about how sneaking into the football field was going to work, exactly.  She took stock of train cars, possible ladders, beams, crates, pallets, lights, chains, tools, or anything else in the immediate area.  Something was about to happen, and then, well, she hoped they didn't have to move too fast.<br/><br/>She remarked, absently, and to no-one in particular: "Handy having a guy on the football team when trying to sneak in, isn't it?"