Both Maeve and the guy who had warned her about whatever was slipped into his drink make astonishingly similar expressions at that.

"Word of advice, mate?" the guy says. "Listen to your girlfriend. They always know more than we ever fuckin' could." Then he looks at Maeve again. "You think you'll be alright?"

"Yeah," she answers, although she really is worried now. "Yeah, we'll be okay. Thanks. For... you know."

The guy tips Steve a lazy salute before heading back to his seat at the bar and Maeve takes Steve's hands in hers.

"Look at me," she says. "I'm not mad at you. Your eyes are glassy, you're speaking slowly, you're saying things that, while very sweet, are a little... much. For you. For us. That girl who walked away, she said something about getting her money back, that guy said he saw her slip you something. We need to get you home."