Runner-awayer? River smiled. She liked that. Quite a bit. She decided she liked Rincewind.
"This doesn't make any sense," River said, trying to figure out the math behind this. How could it be? Lephrechauns shouldn't just spawn infinitely. She started muttering about a mathematic theorem, then, having to do with prime numbers and somehow progressed to genetics. Her dark eyebrows furrowed.
A thought from the blonde not-woman came her way. Bottle. Protect the bottle. River could do that.
She lifted her foot to kick an incoming green guy and turned and caught another one by the hand as he jumped and lunged at her, flailing. Holding him away from her body, River tilted her head and looked to Jeannie for some kind of indication of what do to. Should he be questioned?