The leprechauns' attention shifted from the physicist to the big man. They didn't seem to be very pleased with the question. No, this wasn't good. She didn't seem to mind the hand to her back, but she thought maybe leaving was a good idea.
"We should maybe leave them to their drinking?" She turned to look up at him, whispering again. "You don't have more, do you? And why are they getting drunk?" As if Sam would really know.