still swaying hand in hand with Onyx Rose's tail swished and wagged, her steps stumbling now and then. A classic light weight even with the assistance to keep sober from Onyx. Rose giggled, chittered and dooked to herself as she walked. Normally fairly vocal and expressive it was almost like being dialed up to 10 with the alcohol. Her ears were still pivoting around to catch sounds as they walked through the room. She could hear the conversation of the Alpha and the new member but it wasn't fully processing to her in her bemused state. Not that she had anything to add. She wasn't a gladiator. She was an inventor. She was more at home in the shop then in the battlefield. Wasn't cut out to hurt others, wasn't cut out to fight. She was to small. To light. No support and inventions that was where she deserved to be. Why it was only yesterday that the sparring match between her and the Alpha had lasted thirty seconds. A quick tail sweep and Rose was out of the fight. If she could keep her distance and use her inventions then she could fight. But her weakness was how light she was and how she couldn't take a blow to save her life. The gator was trying to improve on that. It wasn't going well.<br/><br/>When the group emerged in the baths Rose let out a long excited chitter and started stumbling to pull off the clothing she normal wore. Not shy about her naked body she quickly was nude. The creamy silver white fur that marked up her thighs, tummy, chest and neck seeming to be bright in the misty room. The sandy brown colored fur almost muted including the sandy brown patch between her legs. "Bths," she slurred making her way over to the bath. Protocol probably dictated that the Alpha should go first but that didn't stop Rose as she slid into the water, grabbing a tiny towel and some cleaner. She had a mischievous look in her mismatched eyes.