Sunshine's about to say something cutting about the dubious wisdom of introducing yourself as a carthaginian trickster god if you want to come across as helpful and trustworthy, but Eliot's behavior makes it clear that Johnny's having some kind of… what, crisis? They were all happy on the couch a few seconds ago, and now all of a sudden the boys are huddled by the liquor, expressions and posture suggesting that someone's died or something.

"… What?" she finally says, flat and bewildered.