Asra groans softly, lifting her head up from her shoulder, ears twitching as she wakes, laid out against the back wall of the cell. Her clothes seem to have been more damaged than the other two, leaving her in some short breeches and a torn tunic, cloth underclothes visible underneath.<br/><br/>"Why's everything moving..." the young catfolk mumbles to herself, blinking in the dark, her eyes beginning to adjust. Her head is still fuzzy as she tries to think back at what happened... She was looking for an inn down by the docks, and a man told her he knew of a cheap tavern, and she'd followed him, and the next thing she knew... Gods, how stupid of her...<br/><br/>At the sound of another voice her ears perk up, and she pushes herself up to a sitting position, finally taking a real look at her surroundings. "Where are we?" she asks. "On a ship?"