Emma just nodded. "I can owl Lia," she said, voice stiff. "I've known her for a while. But thank you for the offer." She didn't know what else to say to him. He'd made her feel about three inches tall and while he might believe that she was judging them all, well, she'd been in school with most of them and seen the way they acted. Aside from the recent gossip and whatnot, she was well aware of what a lot of spoiled, pureblood's (or nearly pure) got up to. In her experience, most of them didn't care what people thought or if they had feelings. As long as they got their way, well, that was all that mattered. She'd been on the receiving end up that off and on for months and yes, she might judge a bit harshly but she didn't think asking them to not drink after a children's event was criminal.
Not that she could ever say any of that to Adrian. He was much larger than her and she was starting to feel more and more uncomfortable by the second. "I would, however, like you to know that I'm not judging you on what you haven't done but what you have," she said, somewhat crossly. A thirty shot challenge was a terrible idea. Not only could it possibly lead to hospitalization but the other terrible things that could go wrong were horrible. Of course, she had no expectation that anyone would listen to her.
She sighed, eyes watering when she jerked her neck. She really needed a warm compress and a muscle relaxing potion. And bed. Bed would be heaven. "I'm just trying to keep things together until my boss gets back," she murmured, reaching back to rub her neck. "That's all."