"Ohh, a drinking party then," she snaps her fingers. All she knows about that Az person is what little she remembers from the other night when Crowley and she got drunk. Which is not a lot. She can't draw proper conclusions with a boozed-up brain.

Again, Crowley surprises her. She's not weak she, she can handle these hallucinations and auditory tricks, it's fine, it's... fine. It's fine until wood cracks loudly and her ears go up and head whips to look at the spot it came from. She's wary as a person but this will make her full-on paranoid.

So, okay, she accepts the offer... for now, and scoots closer. "I know they are hallucinations, you know." Say 'thank you' Xayah, you used to know how to say it. "Just- just wood breaking, that's all." Yeah, and ominous feeling that the roof will cave in even though she knows it won't.