Maíre turned at the sound of the man's voice, a faint cloud of silver dust appearing by her hand when she saw who it was. "Lazy-cap," she greeted, eyes scanning the area around him. "We were just leaving. I'm sure you have larger messes to attend to." 

There was movement to her left. Was Bayushi... sliding? It was faint, but she was definitely drifting from where she had stopped. The big man's "roommate" must have done something. Her hand came up, gripping the rear collar of Silver Fang's armor to keep her still.