Billy started and lifted his cheek from his palm, sitting up straighter now that someone had finally come. He couldn't quite hold the agents gaze for long, looking up when he introduced himself. He offered a smile reflexively, but that wasn't really appropriate and he quickly frowned towards the table. Did he look as guilty as he felt? Was Agent Sitwell going to take that as proof that he was some kind of super villain??
"Um...water would be...good. Thanks," he mumbled, and cleared his throat. He needed to calm down.