The room quiets quickly, and several jumpy individuals follow orders. A whistle like that can't be ignored, and the people who haven't already figured out Raph's identity look at him with new, grudging respect.

But they also keep drinking, albeit quietly. Waiting to see what happens next.

Abigail starts to grin, then laugh, until she sways to her feet and adds her own voice to the cause.

"You heard the man. That ale'll burst into flames afore you do. Go on, now. Out, and there'll be a drink on the house for everyone here on the morrow."

Thomas can kill her later. Much later.