"If they didn't want us to be lonely, then maybe they shoulda given us their name, huh?" A name and a reason for being brought to life. If whoever did this could afford to drop all these presents on them, surely they could afford to drop a little extra hint as to just why they ought to be given so many pretty things. Shura was hardly a saint in her last life; anyone who brought her back had either bad luck or bad intentions.

A low rumbling interrupts them. It's Shishi, having realized that Shura was no longer dancing and must now be free to entertain him, obviously. He chuffs as he comes close, carefully padding his way around anything that might cut his paws and nuzzling Shura's thigh. He doesn't seem to notice or care about Strange. "Quit that, I told you to stay back there."