Of course Shura wants the booze. How else is she going to wash down bread and eggs? But she'll just reach for whatever's closest and easiest to grab. She's also assuming that Strange has his own glass of wine to sip on.

"Thanks," she says, snagging a piece of bread. She should really eat and digest something before drinking. Shura will compromise, taking a bite of bread before taking a quick sip o her wine. Aconite stays passed out on her shoulder in spite of the noise. Shura lets her sleep for now.

"So this is the place you were wantin'?"