Birkhoff & Mal
Birkhoff definitely understood where she was coming from, but he knew he was right about this. "Keep tabs on her, but from a distance," he suggested. "And if you think she's going too far, that's when you reach out to see if you can help her course correct before it gets too bad." It wouldn't be easy, but it would be the right way to go about it given their history and what they'd been through already in their lives.
He missed the flash of green, but he didn't miss the way her eyes closed tightly for a moment. "Hey, it's gonna be alright," Birkhoff promised as he gave her another squeeze. "She can't get into too much trouble and that Constantine guy is on so many peoples' radars that he won't do anything too stupid." At best, they were just going to have to hope that it was only sex and booze and not anything too much worse, but regardless, they'd help her through it. He knew his ward well enough to know that she wouldn't give up on her friend, not ever.