Fortescue smiles at the comment, chuckling, wondering just how many days it's been since she's had a good chuckle. Several, which is just far too many. It's like she's back home, kept away from others. Except she's simply surrounded by many angry people, with her own irritation in check, and that's somehow worse. To be alone in a crowd, as it were.

"That does sound like a terrible bother. And yes, do try to keep from being in the center of an argy-bargy. I like you better without all of the holes that might put in."

That's why she's staying out of it. While she has very little to fear from a normal human, even possibly while drunk, there are some very powerful beings lurking around and they wouldn't just be holes for her.