If he steps on her toes, Shura's going to demand he buy her a drink. Really, she's probably going to try and weasel one out of him, anyway, but that's later.

"A hundred year nap on a battlefield? Nyaha, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you died!" A quick hop-hop, and Shura trips a little on his feet. She recovers quickly for the next step. "But that shouldn't be possible, wakin' up after all those years in one piece and dressed in a new shirt!"