Kyria was completely oblivious to the scene that had happened so close to where she now stood, just intent upon catching her late morning nap and only emerging once the ship was far out to sea. Kyria just threw herself down on the first cot that she could find, flopping stomach first, one leg hanging off of the cot and her head pointed out, staring at a wall in the swaying mechanical ship. Her eyes drifted to a closed state once more and she immediately fell asleep, her only real vice, sleep.