They need to mind their own damn business, then. It doesn't make a difference how old you are as long as you're sensible enough not to drink stupid amounts, and most adults don't even pass that bar.

[Plucking a pink bottle out of the cooler with one hand, he offers it back to her, holding it by the neck. If she spent this long loitering just to get one bottle, he finds it highly unlikely she's going to get the chance to drink herself stupid.

As for her questions, the shadow of a grimace crosses his face, and he turns more fully back to her to discuss it.]

Basically. There's someone who wants Amaterasu and the rest of the Heavens brought down, and they couldn't care less about the collateral damage. Events like this give them a good target. I'm not here for the sake of the party, I'm here to keep an eye out for that.