Out of habit, Shiva was pacing herself with the Rothian booze. It was enough to get her slightly tipsy, but she wasn't nearly as incoherent as Rareth. It was as much amusing as it was uncanny to see her in such a state, but her slurring and slowness at least made her a little less alien.

"What kind of question is that?" Shiva responded with perhaps a little more volume than she intended. She continued with an interspersed, high pitched chuckle, "Right now is warm, before you turned down the climate it was like an oven in here! Try metabolising a little faster or something." Shiva redirected to Shuo, keeping him involved, "Hey, Shuo, so sleep for you yet, soldier. Do you have...a favourite weather?"