Perhaps I should have taken the bottle away... Syrgei slips his shades on to hide the fact that his eyes keep getting wider throughout Tsaerri's sudden loquaciousness. "For someone with a bottle of wine in your hand I'd say you're acting perfectly normal." Is she?...oh no. Facing Tsaerri's sudden distress, Syrgei struggles with what to do, wanting both to comfort the young woman but wondering just how cautious he should be should she suddenly decide to resume her normal attitude and shoot him. He hovers his hand indecisively by her shoulder, "I...it's fine, nothing is happening yet, or being ruined." HelpHelpHelp.