Adelina was sober enough to realize that the minotaurs posed a threat, but still she could subdue another laugh. She unsheathed Magiste and held it out in front of her. Her arm swayed from side to side as she had trouble keeping it still in her drunken state.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"> "We've come here to... have some fun" </span></span>*hiccup*<br/>The hiccup sent her into another fit of laughter, one that almost made her lose her weapon.<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><br/>"The question is... what are you horseys doing here?"</span></span>The word horsey made her giggle again, and she eyed the leader to observe his reaction. The cold of the corridors had started to prickle her delicate skin like tiny pin needles, and it helped her to slowly come down from her drink-induced haze. Still, she was nowhere near to sober yet.<br/><br/>Still, she was now sober enough to somewhat understand the situation. If it came to a fight between them and the minotaurs, in such a small space and being outnumbered, they'd find themselves in trouble, especially if they were still this drunk... She gave a small kick to Gwyneth's heel, prompting her to be alert as well, as she hoped the woman was sobered up enough to at least realize the danger of the situation enough to ready herself for battle.