Fortuna's question elicits a sheepish sort of grin and Billy stretches his arms over his head, then locks his fingers at the back of his neck.

"More like they were runnin' from me and my pal, really," he says, sounding rather proud of himself for the fact. "Those mob guys got a way of gettin' real angry at a fella for messin' up their operations." His smile turns mischievous and he closes one eye in an extended wink. "Why?" he wonders. "You worried about me, miss? Or are you the kinda gal who hauls in troublemakers like me?"