Mohini regards her captors briefly, the woman apparently sleeping nearby, oh how she wished that witch was within reach and she were not bound. She might not be tall or very strong, but she would teach that whore a thing or two! And the man, he seemed intent on piloting, hopefully he'd leave her be. As for her fellow captive and the pretty man, she wondered what became of them briefly before her thoughts turned to other things. Eventually boredom and wearyness took their toll and she found herself falling in and out of a fitful slumber while still securely bound to the deck.