Tarana's expression doesn't waver as she stares him down, unyielding as the Wall she's sworn to defend. She's privately sympathetic to the desire to try something new and daring, to seize a rare opportunity like this. But she has to be responsible. "Not until you're sober, captain."

Thankfully he doesn't argue much. Tarana would regret it a little bit if she had to pick up one of the grooms and put him elsewhere. She watches him go with a nod, only turning a frown on Celann when the knight sighs in relief.

"That's sorted out, at least?" he says, and the Titan shakes her head. She's known a lot of Guardians, and she knows the look of a man she hasn't seen the last of.