The voice above him gets Ushahin's eyes to flicker back open. They're mismatched, the left's iris frozen while the right is able to wax and wane normally. He squints at the sudden blast of light, a pain to his bad eye, which can't process light normally. It's just a girl. Then he feels something sniffing at him. Scratch that, it's just a girl and her dog.

He focuses on her words. "No." That's the second person in as many days to accuse him of being drunk. Apparently, consuming alcohol and just being crazy produce the same effect. "Just trying to drown out the voices in my head." Yep, definitely a madman rather than an intoxicated one.