Shen goes very still. He's still maybe three inches away from her and can smell the alcohol on her breath. He's no teetotaler by any stretch of the imagination, but he clearly comes to the decision that this is not at all a conversation worth continuing. In fact, without moving anything else, he reaches out one wing, snatches up the glass in front of her, and quaffs its contents in one gulp. It joins the empties.

This little display of ... dominance, I suppose, complete, he narrows his eyes at her. "Don't do it again."

With that, he turns to leave.