Cyrus doesn't notice the pillow until it connects with his head.  He stops, looking back in the direction it came from, hand reaching back to snatch up the pillow from where it lay.  "Thanks," he calls back, lifting himself up, setting the pillow under him, then sitting back down.<br/><br/>He nods to the newcomer.  "Grettings, I am Cyrus," he says, almost as if that alone should be enough to give all the information needed.  "So, does anyone have any idea of what awaits us?"