[They don't seem to mean her any harm. And as far as either of them can see, there also don't seem to be any suspicious looking individuals watching with unnatural intent for a chance to abduct the Hero of Light for slave trade. Once Rukia is off the table, they sling scaly arms around her slim shoulders affectionately, almost protectively. It's clear they're fond of her for some crazy reason. Maybe they just recognize a warrior's soul when they see one.]
[At least Mary now knows why Rukia didn't drink much when they first met.]
[But as time passes, the drunken shinigami starts to slump, more than a little sleepy with all of that alcohol in her system. She starts to stagger away, but when she spots Mary, she stops, brightening.]
Greetings, friend! Any airships we're running off with tonight? Fu fu fu...
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[At least Mary now knows why Rukia didn't drink much when they first met.]
[But as time passes, the drunken shinigami starts to slump, more than a little sleepy with all of that alcohol in her system. She starts to stagger away, but when she spots Mary, she stops, brightening.]
Greetings, friend! Any airships we're running off with tonight? Fu fu fu...