"Looking good," she was physically incapable of slurring, but the motion of her limbs as she consistently lost and rediscovered the location of her tablet every few words gave its own impression.

Geez, for a train that prided itself on being extra-dimensional, it sure liked its earth fashions, huh? Or maybe it was going on what the people wanted. Oh. Wait, no. This was the miracle-maker who could manifest clothing.

Nevermind all of that, then. She waved Crowley's mention of pre-gaming aside. Mostly because she had no idea what they were talking about. "I wish I was gaming right now," she typed, without thinking about it. And then, actually thinking about it:

"Nah, parties aren't designed for spiders."