Korrin starts to nod to what Cyril's saying, though that seems to be a bad idea as she winces, somewhat lightheaded. Instead, she takes note of the attention Sam's garnered, eyeing the spirits -minus Fortitude- with a wary gaze. If there's one thing she does not want to handle right now, it's more spirits.

But they've been caught, and Sam's option is likely the only way they'll be able to proceed from this point. She relaxes slightly, able to focus enough to respond. "...alright. It's just to my place, to get my stash. You know the stuff. Even a little will knock us right out and spare you from dealing with us for a while.

Can Fortitude get the others to be quiet, though? All that chatter's not helping."

Those who are seeing things - and should probably be in bed - will notice a form standing around Sam and following him around, or other figures gathering around where he's trying to rest.