Sayuri grinned towards the nurse's as they scattered this way and that, having long since left her behind to tend to the wounded. Silently she debated on whether to just leave and join in, but although she loved the gore and blood that she would have ultimately brought, but they needed a fail safe, and apparently that would be she. She was highly unsure if Dorian was even still around and had joined the fight aswell. She couldn't assume he did or didn't. Assumptions would get you killed.<br/><br/>"Well... I would help, but seeing as I'm a little tied up, I'll leave it to them to take the grunt work." She said a bit loudly towards the nurses, her words a little slurred by the sedative they had placed in her body, but other then that, she seemed perfectly fine.<br/><br/>Gently she sat up from the cot they had her strapped to. This was rather odd..because each strap had been placed across her body in various places. Over her shoulders, just below her breasts, over her hips, her thighs, and her ankles. They all seeming disappeared in a shadowy mist as she sat up.<br/><br/>She did not move from the cot however and just sat there, crossing her legs to sit Indian style at the center of it. She cocked her head to the side, smiling almost like the Cheshire cat as she watched everyone racing back and forth to take care of the wounded. Though to them, she probably looked more curious then anything. Completely innocent, just sitting there and watching. It wasn't as if she was trying to escape, she just didn't like having to lay there forgotten for to much longer. So she'd sit, and they'd just have to ignore her.