The feel of something soft brushing against her ankle for the barest second startle Shura, and she expects to see a cat darting by. But Strange's claim on the hare settles her enough. His animas? Possibly.

"It must be convenient, bein' that small." Unlike Shishi, who was currently sleeping under one of the tables. Shura expects he'll track her down once he wakes up, but she won't worry about that for now, taking a seat on a crate and reaching for the glasses Strange grabbed. She'll pour for both of them, the motion practice and more elegant than what might be expected of someone in her state of half-dress. Whatever the liquor is, it's dark and has a piney smell to it. Shura can only hope it's as potent as it looks.