The floor is not precisely a challenge, but it takes The Shadow slightly longer to get up from it than he'd like. He wheezes as he stands again, and coughs into his sleeve. "Tea, and hot sake... I think Green is forming a conspiracy to feed me." His voice moves away towards the kitchen, and he takes the sake bottles with him. In retrospect he is merely amused, although it doesn't occur to him how bony he probably felt under Ichi's shoulder-rub. Skin and bone and wiry muscle.