If there's a type of people Chiana's used to handling, it's drunks. They're so much easier to read than even regular folks, and that means that she is particularly fond of them. So when the human stumbles into her, she steadies him readily (she's stronger than she looks, by human standards), and gives him a quick smile. "I don't see what all the fuss is about," she tells him, with a nod to his almost empty glass. "The blue stuff's much better." She had in fact been on her way to get herself another glass.