Unfortunately for Jeff, she'd seen that hand coming for her drink in the midst of coming for it. Her much larger hand comes down over the top of it to force it back down the millimeter it had come up off the table, and stayed there as she eyed the scraggly young man. She observes him quietly, and is briefly reminded of the other young men under her care.

"I know we're not exactly permanently dead here, but don't you think barmat shots and backwash are a little heinous?"

You know, as she's reaching for another glass that hasn't been whisked away yet to pour part of her beer into to offer in place of shooing him off.