Lust raised her brows but didn't jump or anything when he pointed the bottle at her. Okay, clearly he had lost his mind. She waited a moment and then kneeled down, her nose twisting in revulsion at the smell. But she put her arms around him, ready to help him to his feet but she didn't. She gave him a kiss first, a shot of herself to try to see if that gave him at least some energy before she asked quietly like a mother who was picking up an unruly and now broken teen from jail after a busted joyride, "Are you ready to come home?"