"Who?" Billy answered flatly, but his lips gave a small smirk. It wasn't like it was worth denying much at this point.

"We're fine, Stu," he offered to answer that whine. It wasn't like they were going to kill them. He wasn't sure what exactly they wanted here, except to hear it from their own lips, like they hadn't seen for themselves.

He coughed, looking to the cup, too stubborn to ask for it.