She grins, a bright, wide, toothy thing, nodding emphatically. "I miss just mixin' somethin' up and talkin' to people. I think all this weirdness has everyone sorta...keepin' to themselves a lot. Nothin' like gettin' drunk to break down those barriers, yeah?"

Saxsice is busily fitting the bottles into her bag, alongside god knows how many others she's bought, but the implied question gets a matter-of-fact nod. "Oh, yeah, I'm a werewolf. Shape-shifter, whatever. Colorblind, like a dog." She taps next to one of her eyes, then shrugs. "Can't eat chocolate either."