[ She nods. It's a sound enough strategy to her, not that she can remember what being blackout drunk is like. From what humans say, she thinks it might be a little bit like going into a blood frenzy, only with more hilarious potential consequences.

She lifts her glass for another sip. ]

Oh, my late husband had an awful story about boats he used to tell. Put me off them entirely. [ The punchline was and then I ate the whole crew. ] Something you said does make me wonder ... if maybe we were drawn here not in a similar manner, but for similar qualities?