She snickers at the improvised poetry, raising a hand to cover her her grin.

"Not bad~ I'm sure you could make sell a book if you did a few more of 'em." It's more than she could do, she can admit that much. But he's right, the view was incredible, more than she could have imagined possible. Shura shrugs, leaning her elbows on the railing.

"Lotta people seem pretty used to it, but I guess that comes with time." Meanwhile, Shura's vaguely jealous of the fact that this guy had a nice and cute dog, unlike the grumpy lion half-sitting on her feet. Why did she end up with this mess?? because she's a mess, that's why