He has the options of upsetting the little lady or lying to her. Billy decides that lying is a far greater insult in this case, and one not so easily mended. He turns a reluctant, embarrassed look on her.

"'Fraid I'm not sure, miss," he admits. Thankfully, he's got a good charge still built up on the guitar, so he can afford some conversation time. "I'm not from around here, myself. And for all I know, our little friends here came from there." That's how things usually work out back home, anyway. He grins, however, and his guitar hums out a major chord like it's announcing a challenge. "I'm not feelin' too hot myself, so how about we go find out?"