He was practically doing gymnastics to try and make her sit down. She couldn't tell if it was hilarious or annoying. Holiday considered stalling more, but standing in one spot was beginning to become quite the chore. With reluctance, she gave in and sat down beside him, hands going under her thighs to keep from fidgeting with her fingers, but that just made her feet and toes restless while she stretched her shoulders.

"Alcohol withdrawal." She didn't even take offense to the abruptness of his question. It was bugging her, too, and she was at least honest about it.

At the same time, Rebecca was frowning from the possibilities of what he wanted to yell. She saved him from the Cornucopia kicking and screaming. Was the same thing going to happen with Penny now? Did he even know about people like Penny? Was he that brain dead? "They mostly like to hear suggestions on how to make the show more enjoyable. I would advise against screaming things other than that."

She could already sense it. Her skin crawled. How long was he going to last until he vanished like Chris? The other wasn't even outspoken. He just wore his heart on his sleeve and tried to be supportive. It didn't stop there; she could name them off on her fingers and toes. What about what happened to Punchy? To Ariadne? They were outspoken and yet-

Rebecca shifted in place, bouncing between leaving and staying. This would only go badly if he didn't learn better.

Then again, it was probably nothing and the agitation was probably strictly from the withdrawal. That was entirely possible. Sure.