Well, she's right on that one. They're already out here, already enjoying the situation, why not have fun and continue to dance until the festivities end, they both get sloppy drunk, or they both get too tired, whichever comes first. Strange nods, giving Shura a wide grin as he agrees with her assessment.

As the musicians start talking about the next song, Strange keeps an ear out, listening in the hopes that he'll recognize whatever the hell they play. Though, he can multitask: he starts to talk while he listens.

"My name is Jonathan Strange, by the way. I don't think we've ever met."