A hop here, a turn there. It isn't a difficult dance, but it isn't easy to pick up on the fly like this.

"What, have you been asleep in the woods for the last hundred years?" She asks playfully. It's an odd question, but it's something she can blow off as quirky or drunk if pressed. She knew she wasn't the only only, but just how many of them were there? It was only natural to try and seek out allies in this situation. This has nothing to do with the heartache Shura's been desperately trying to ignore since she realized just how much she had lost on waking up from death.