L watched, keeping a reasonable distance as Jenny seemed to drown herself in sorrow. And drink, naturally. Too nervous to approach her directly, he followed, keeping an eye and an ear out for danger. And Remy, oddly enough. L knew that Jenny liked him, and that he knew her secret... but L didn't trust the red-headed Cajun as far as he could kick him. Considering their differing builds, that wasn't far at all.
Catching sight of the bottle in the dim light the artificial stars and moon afforded, L cringed. It was not an uncommon way of dealing with stress, here, but that didn't make it less unwise. He was about to approach her, and make his presence known, but she beat him to the punch.
He emerged, looking sheepish and embarrassed. "I won't hurt you. I hope you know enough about me, to know that..."