Billy handed over his ID obediently, and was pleased that the vast majority of the people he saw were over thirty-five, which meant that it was less likely anyone would know enough to connect his face with his music. He hadn't been nervous about it, exactly, but he would have preferred to avoid more awkwardness. The exchange between Vince and the guard only made Billy blink with the "man outside of the inside joke" expression on his face, and as they moved in, he shook his head with the ruefully amused expression again. It was the new oh, Vince expression. Look for it in days to come.
As he shoved the car door open, Billy made an executive decision to continue this trip on wheels. He was in a lot of pain since the drive was a bit harder than he expected, and it would be stupid to try to toddle around a movie lot with one bad leg. The wheelchair folded and it was built extremely light, so Billy extracted it from the car without much trouble. It was no bulky hospital thing; the arms were very low and the wheels thinner and more stable than the bicycle tires that were stuck on the slow-moving ones.
After pulling his bad leg in and scowling at it for giving him hell, Billy wheeled around the car to take back his keys. "...Tour, if you got a minute." Maybe he'd be hungrier later, and Vince was bound to be an entertaining tour guide.