Ceara pretty much let Jericho have his way though she had extended some sort of protection to Mary, at least until she looked less like she'd pass out from dehydration right there in front of them. It wouldn't last long, but long enough for the woman to get some food and water into her. She herself smiled faintly when she saw Jericho smack Simon familiarly and gave a gentle nod. Good, Jericho needed a few friends of the masculine variety, maybe then he'd feel less like he was babysitting or something and more like he was part of a group again. Not that Ceara was sure she was accepting any of them into her little group of two just yet.
She grinned when Jericho started to laugh and then arced a brow. "Blame her? He's clean...ish." she said softly more for just the ex-raider's ears. "It does seem as if she likes you." she agreed, noting to Simon and then looked up to wink at Nova. She liked Nova, for the most part.
Ceara watched as Mary crept closer to Arlington and that seemed to make sense to her. Arlington did seem the nicest of the bunch, and maybe that is her particular brand of insanity.
The slap on the back actually helped the burn waft off. "You do this recreationally? On purpose?" Simon grunted, his hand beating his chest to force out a small, painful burp, making sure it at least aimed it away from everyone else at the table. "Excuse me....you people are fucked up. Or hate yourselves. Something." There was no malice behind his words, just disbelief and confusion. He planted his fingers around the bottom of the glass, his tongue darting between his gum line and cheek as he looked inquisitively at the remaining droplets at the bottom of the container before Jericho refilled it. "So, this is supposed to get you drunk, right?"
The hand on his shoulder brought his attention to the woman standing next to him, the same short-haired person that Arlington had been speaking to not that long ago. "Do I know you?" Like him? What did that mean, exactly? He was pretty sure he'd never actually met the girl. At Ceara's words his eyes moved back to the group, looking slightly more enthusiastic. "That reminds me. I need a bath." He downed the next shot, with much the same reaction as before but with considerably less coughing. He didn't look any more comfortable though. When the burning had subsided a bit, he glanced back at Nova again. "Did you need something?"
Arlington glanced up at Simon and arced a brow when he asked if this was done on purpose, recreationally and she started to giggle. It too was silent, like everything else about the girl, but that hardly mattered, did it? She put her own glass on the table and pulled her legs up, smoothing her skirt around her ankles and watching everyone at the table in silence.
Simon, Ceara, Jericho and Mary. They all seemed like good people, even if some of them were a little rough and tumble round the edges. She was easily distracted though and soon her attention had wandered from the table to a bit of paper on the floor. It only had a bootprint on it, so she lifted it, turned it over and reached into her bag. Crayons taken out, she started to draw, contentedly scribbling on her paper, something random, it looked like something from a pre-war poker night, or rather maybe pinocle, a table some cards but she got bored with all the brown and flipped it over, starting to color with green instead.