Okay, maybe getting drunk on a voyage to an unfamiliar land had been a mistake.<br/><br/>Tieh had never been on first name terms with the sun, but this morning, it felt like the damn thing was trying to dig daggers into her eyes and siphon out whatever it found behind them. Compared to that, and the headache, the ache in the rest of her body was almost pleasant. "Fucking... Okay, whatever." She sat up, slowly, taking in the cliff as she did so. Obsidian? Weird. She'd seen some of the stuff before, but only in the hands of traders; this right here could probably have retired a few of the curiosity shop owners back home. Not that it was worth anything to her right<span style="font-style: italic">now.</span>She squinted at the crate, shading her eyes with one hand and pulling her red hair back with the other. "Hokay, that's weird," she muttered. Then glanced up. "Not bad weird. Just. Lucky, right? Suppose it's more lucky that<span style="font-style: italic">I'm</span>not pike dressing. Or..." She glanced at the ocean, pausing for a moment to whistle a quick tune. "Fish food, or something. What the Hell?" She pushed herself to her feet, trying to ignore the way the world swam and her body ached and the sun bit, and started slowly shuffling towards the crate. Might as well check what she had on hand before she started looking for other survivors.<br/><br/>((The chatter is a bad habit of hers, but she's speaking a bit louder than normal in the hope that someone nearby might hear her. She hasn't really considered the possibility that something hostile might pick up on it.))