This was Rogers? The guy he met in the diner awhile ago? No way that’s possible. Blue eyes dart between the hands. Unarmed. Not a threat.

"Wrong. Not Rogers. Too small." Breathe. Breathe, it’s okay. "Too scrawny."

There’s a screech of a demobat above them and Billy jerks. It’s not safe. Not safe, not safe, not— the creature lands on the diner and screeches down at them. Far off screeches answer it. Now it’s really not safe and they have to get inside. "Inside! Diner!" That gaze is locked onto the creature as it takes wing down towards them. Billy is scrambling back to his feet, getting them lost under him for a moment before he’s grabbing the wall for grip.

They gotta go.

Now.