Kyria was dreaming of pleasant things before her awakening, sea breeze, the smell of lavender, the satisfying smack of a slug capsule tearing it's way into a wooden target. Her eyes opened slowly, she felt his hand clasp onto her ass and heard his shameless words, irritated already, more surprised that he hadn't heeded her warning, but her gun and capsules were sitting safely away from her. "I though I told you not to touch me again, you dragon pervert."