Since the Sthrirad could not meaningfully interact with Senjen, he was spared its effects, which was perhaps a mercy for him. He had been more immediately and intensely affected by the party virus than anything Ruk had been drinking, so if it were possible for it to amplify that, then he might have just been incapacitated outright. In any case, with the Sthrirad involved, many of the Tekeri were now similarly as impaired as him. Ultimately, the virus did not perfectly replicate what organics experienced with inebriation, just a close-enough approximation. Combined with the sheer novelty and absurdity of everything around him, and he ended up getting entirely lost in the experience. 

Senjen was not particularly sure what was happening, whether it was instinct or improvisation, but his own instinct was to trust Ruk and follow her through it all. He became lost in thought and time and simply embraced whatever whatever each moment brought him. 

With him living so far in the moment, Senjen might have even forgotten about the others. He reached out and gave Ruk’s stomach a few pats, laughing along with her. “I’ve, I’ve, um...what does ‘hungry’ feel like, I mean? You have, um, food, right, and it makes you...want it, right? You’re a predator, you...hunt. Does it make you want to chase things?”