It takes her a moment to realize exactly what's happened. She stares down at the floor - which is now glass, and filled up to her knees in foul-smelling alcohol - before everything clicks together.

The scream she lets out isn't polite. It's long, and loud, and if he looks down at the bottle, he'll see that she isn't keeping up her usual human appearance, that she's starting to look more feral and wild. This is Maera angry. This is her trying to break through the bottle with what little strength she has left.