Shimmer inhaled, looking like she was about to respond, but it seemed to die in her throat before the life of sound could be given to it. There was something about what he had said which made the supernatural courier cast her mind back to before all of this. It made her look a little deflated as she sought to hitch herself up on the closest bar stool.
"I can't help it. I didn't used to be like this, I was..." But she exhaled, rather than speak of it. Then grabbed her head, feeling the effects of... Whatever that was she had imbibed. Good grief. "How do you people do this for fun," she opined and spontaneously started to lick the back of one hand, like a cat, before coming back to her senses. "Have you ever been in a group you got on really well with and then, one day... Like... You're the one who changes, but they can't adapt?"