Perceiving by what area surrounded them, he managed to believe it wouldn't be too long now before they arrived, as he slid out of the car with a squint and observation of the clouds obscuring Olympus Heaven. Without answering him justly by the question, which he took as his assigned duty unspoken in either case, he came around to the other side of the car in a proud stride. Much like a lions knowing where ever it may choose to saunter, it could consequently choose to make it's territory.
A somewhat deep, protective layer of his very big, fat heart, concealed by all that bravado and dignity, swaggered past the hallway of his archives noted for worry. He could tell something was bothering Billy, and spoke no words in the direction of the trouble, nor did he ask if he was all right. He thought it was understood, you know, one of those manly things.
"I hope you're ready." he'd said as he arrived on the driver's side, oblivious to how Billy had gotten into the condition he was in. "I drive like a gangsta." And he proceeded to C-walk a little, just to lighten the mood. "We'll be there in no time." he reassured. "And then we'll get some food in the buffet."