Effie sat up quickly, her fogged brain slowly going on the alert. She looked over at the newcomer, grasping the drink in hand and staring suspiciously at the woman. Sniffing at the drink, she concluded that there were no known poisons - and she knows plenty of poisons - in it. However, there were many poisons she did not know and so she took a small sip that usually would not be enough to kill. The ale tasted as it always did and had not a single drop of a different flavor. If she didn't die in the next twenty-four hours, then there probably wasn't any poison in it. No, the woman must want something else and so Effie decided she would have to stay cautious. But the drink looked oh so tempting and her mind was so frustratingly fuzzy - Effie would [I]kill[/I] for the fuzziness to fade into the numbness she held dear. Hm, kill.

Effie grabbed her emeici and held it waveringly in her hand, pointing it at the woman while saying in an over exaggerated slur, "If yoah try anythin', I'll cut yoah throat. Yeah?"

Of course she was faking her inebriation, quite well actually - Effie took a brief pause to mentally congratulate herself - in order to discover the true intentions of the newcomer.