[Namur chuckles, because yeah. He's not getting drunk with Leanne. He's not going to put her through that experience, not when she's already mourning.]

Girl, the hell y' think I do all night in Everglade? Walkin' folk from where they is t' where they needa be's what I do for a livin'! 'Sides, yer like, what? A bill an' a half? An' most a that's cuz a yer wings. Carry y' in one arm if I gotta. C'mon!

[Namur arrives a few moments after sending that message, and slips his communicator into his pocket. He goes right up to the barkeep and, after some cajoling and finagling, he sends someone into their back stock. A few minutes later Namur sets a beautifully decorated glass bottle on the bar in front of Leanne, the contents of it a soft bioluminescent blue with shimmering, opalescent swirls.]

C'mon sweetheart. Let's get outta here. Good t' walk or y' gonna need help?