[She's drunk. It really doesn't matter what kind of booze, but it was a long day that needed a good few drinks to make better. At first chatty and happy to party, for the last few minutes, Shura has been oddly quiet. Something's on her mind.

At last, she speaks:]

Hey. I heard a coupla' guys talkin' on their break, but I didn't hear the end of it. Onna' had a riddle--what's orange and sounds like a parrot?

[A sip of her drink]

I haven't been able to figure it out an' it's botherin' me!